"I've got a gun in my hand, but the gun won't cock; got my finger on the trigger, but the trigger seems locked. And I can't stop staring at the tick-tock clock, even if I could I would never give up."
I had a really brilliant title but I forgot what it was...I'm playing with more picture editors;
My hair is turning orange...
I'm thinking about dying it acid green soon.
I started talking to this guy I went to highschool with, I don't know why we were never friends before (because I was a stupid, whiny cunt back then).
But really we've been discussing comics and literature (and sex, but we all just need to get laid).
And fuck has this week been weird...
Where do I even begin?
Aside from random guy who I have tons of weird shit in common with (actually he's friends with tons of my accquiantiances), and of course Satan and I finally parting ways for good....there's the fact that I saw my mom for the first time in almost two years, and I'm adopting her cat.
I go pick him up on Sunday...I got a new car and bought some Hello Kitty themed stuff for it.
Lots of really random people have been talking to me (Ivy's lover, who deserve an actual name since he's a really nice person; King of Burnt Toast, Southern Boy...probably more random people, I dunno).
Snuff invited me to a baseball game, Kingpin invited me to a movie premiere.
And The Jester and I were discussing the existence of romantic love, I don't think it's real and he disagrees.
Um, anything else?
Oh, probably...
I think the energy shift finally leveled itself out....it feels like it's gonna be kinda stagnant for awhile.And today I feel over my head...
Oh! That guy quit talking to me, I think I fell asleep on him too many times *laugh*
Although I've never met anyone quite like him, but I've decided not to take guys too seriously.
Because, well, I've got this theory that guys just want a girl who isn't annoying to screw around with.
I've decided relationships are stupid, and I would rather be alone.
Satan made me get a twitch account (not really *laugh*)But I was watching a stream of someone playing Dofus and the chat was all in French (because the game is French, but it was funny).
"Song of the spaceman!"
I was like, huh?
So I wanna get back into doing yoga, I think.
And I can't go to the premiere with Kingpin because I have to go pick up my new kitty (and pick up my mom from work).
She said she's thinking about moving back to LA, I don't know how I feel about it.
And I've been playing the Dragonborn quests in Skyrim (because I'm so goddamn bored).
But my xbox is pissing me off, and I'm seriously considering selling it, everyone's like "noooo, we haven't played co-op yet!"
Haha, I think console gaming is pretty dead though.
I'm just moody...
Because it's 2:00am and I don't have anyone to talk to...
Because Satan got a girlfriend, so he's never online anymore...
Not that I would talk to him anyway, since his girlfriend hates my guts...
And even if she didn't, wouldn't it be weird to talk to him if he's dating someone....?
Hence, I'm awake alone at 2:00am.
But I digress *wink*
Fork said I'm a catlady in training...
Um, in training?
I was born a catlady.
It's an inherent trait.
Ivy's lover (he really is in desperate need of a new blog-worthy nickname) invited me to go see Godzilla and eat sushi with him...
Mister J said it's not weird because he's probably just in need of a friend, *shrug*
That one guy I've been talking to (let's call him Jesus, for way too obvious reasons) said he can't believe a girl like me is alone all the time (subtley implying that I'm every comic enthusiast, Tolkien-loving nerd's wet dream).
No, he really did actually say something like that.
He's really into BDSM though, it makes me a little nervous (to be quite honest).
But he has the exact same taste in literature that I do, he's obsessed with comics, he's cute (with long hair), and he has a lightsaber tattooed on his finger.
The negatives (other than symptoms of nyphomania)?
Well, he smokes the same volume of bud that I used to smoke (back during the glory days of my fucked up adolescence), and I simply can't keep up.
Kingpin invited me to a house party on Saturday, I think I'm definitely gonna go (oooh, watch out! It's the return of Miss Bunny).
Speaking of which (kinda), I'm down to my last bowl and it sucks donkey cock.
I quit drinking and went back to blazing (fucking old habits don't ever go away).
Catwoman invited me to go with her to Seaworld on Tuesday (because she works there and got free tickets), and also to spend a couple days with her....
I'm seriously considering it.
But why do I feel like I'm somewhere inbetween the girl I was in highschool and the anti-social jaded person I became last year?
'Cause I am exactly that, and I love it.
Weird, ain't it?
(I have Tool stuck in my head).
What else???
I went to the Getty a few days ago (never, ever go on a weekend), but it was just the way I remembered it to be.
It's funny how Renoir and Van Gogh can instantly soothe my soul.
I really enjoyed the exhibit on Queen Victoria too.
And I'm exhausted, this catlady stuff is difficult sometimes.
I'll write more later (this post is long enough already).
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