After last night I'm over it, but I would've killed to kiss him...I miss lip rings.
And he has a real job, is responsible, likes alternative films, doesn't smoke weed...but he probably won't ever talk to me again.
I'm done with all this, I'm just gonna go back to being a cat lady.
I think I should stop drinking...I think I could have a legitimate problem.
So swearing off liquor, upset over my own stupidity and this guy I really like, lost in life, don't know how I'm going to deal with the things that are coming my way...
The Jester said there's some kind of astronomical disturbance with Mercury, and that's why everything is off.
A nine year old kid taught me how to play Minecraft today.
I've been meeting lots of fellow introverts lately, it's nice to be around my own kind.
Is it weird that I have more in common with people in their late twenties-early thirties than I do with people my own age?
Last guy I met and seriously got along with is twenty nine...that's two guys in their late twenties in the last month.
If he had a nickname for this blog it would be Grilled Cheese, because...inside joke.
I was gonna talk to Satan last night, but by the time he called I had already gone to bed (going to bed happened around 4:00am-ish, he called at like 4:30).
Yesterday was exhausting...this post is like almost two continuous days of being awake, almost three.
I've slept less than four hours in three days...this is nonsense.
I can't believe Sex Shop Guy is ignoring me now, and I still can't find my favorite knife.
This week is burnt (and burnt is burnt).
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