And daydream about this guy that I only know as text on a screen.
And the random Facebook picture, but still.
I don't know. At least in this conversational environment, I feel some clickage. Like maybe there is some possible strand of silver lining I can cling on to that I'll find someone I can be with for real.
All from CraigsList. Hahahaha.
It's not like with Ex-Perfect Guy. That was like I WANTED it to work, cuz he was what I pictured myself with. Real Boy (oh god he just earned a blahg nickname) and I actually seem to have compatibility.
Oh, god. We just had a big old argument again. This kid amuses me to no end.
Ohhh god. Please don't tell me that I like him.
I've never even met him. I'm soooo weiiiird.
Showing posts with label Confessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Confessions. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Alas.
So I hung out with Perfect Guy again, and unfortunately, he needs a name change.
He is a funny, cute, Indie rocker boy and a cool person... but we have no chemistry. Like, I would be totally down for hanging out and being friends (even though I already have friends and aren't really looking for them...) but there is no romantic connection.
So he will now just be known as Guy.
He is perfect for someone, just not me.
Awkward Note: His older brother is into me. He's funny and nice and whatever... but I am not attracted to him physically, and once again there is no chemistry. That doesn't make me shallow, does it?
No. It doesn't.
He is a funny, cute, Indie rocker boy and a cool person... but we have no chemistry. Like, I would be totally down for hanging out and being friends (even though I already have friends and aren't really looking for them...) but there is no romantic connection.
So he will now just be known as Guy.
He is perfect for someone, just not me.
Awkward Note: His older brother is into me. He's funny and nice and whatever... but I am not attracted to him physically, and once again there is no chemistry. That doesn't make me shallow, does it?
No. It doesn't.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
First Encounters Of The Perfect Boy Kind.
Hanging out with Perfect Guy:
We (me, my friend Shutterbug and her Cousin) were downtown for Photogging Adventure (it was really super fun! We got smoothies and stalked boys and talked shit and took really fun [hopefully they turn out well] photos). We met him and his Broseph and their friend downtown.
We went back to their house, got stoned, listened to them play acoustic guitars and sing (they are soooooo goood. SO FUCKING GOOD. Snaps. Perfect Guy's Band... I might tell the name later but probably not, to save anonymity.), played classic Nintendo (SO FUN), and got fried rice (he served it up to everyone in bowls with spoons. So cute. And he totally got us seconds too). It was grand. His brother and his two friends I met were really chill and funny and bomb. Cousin totally wants Broseph now hahaha. And he... is v. v. rad. So cute, funny, sarcastic. I don't know if there's really chemistry there yet or if I Like him, but I would very much like to hang out with him again and find out.
Pee Ess-- I texted him and said 'blah blah fun, you're an Indie Dreamboat (I KNOW I KNOW. I'M FUCKING STUPID), should do it again even if you're not interested. And he totally said he enjoyed my company and we should definitely do it again. But at the end he said 'We'll see' without a period or whatever. So it's hanging in my head like an unfinished thought.
I'm guessing it's in reference to being interested. And I'm okay with that. I don't want another 'I like you, I like you too, let's date, *fuck*(or *fuck*, let's date, depending on the physical attraction. I know, such a tart). I want to get to know him, and if I do like him, do things RIGHT for once. A little courtship, a chance to develop REAL feelings before getting too physical and making the entire relationship about sex. I know. She grows up so fast.
I'll keep you updated, duckies.
We (me, my friend Shutterbug and her Cousin) were downtown for Photogging Adventure (it was really super fun! We got smoothies and stalked boys and talked shit and took really fun [hopefully they turn out well] photos). We met him and his Broseph and their friend downtown.
We went back to their house, got stoned, listened to them play acoustic guitars and sing (they are soooooo goood. SO FUCKING GOOD. Snaps. Perfect Guy's Band... I might tell the name later but probably not, to save anonymity.), played classic Nintendo (SO FUN), and got fried rice (he served it up to everyone in bowls with spoons. So cute. And he totally got us seconds too). It was grand. His brother and his two friends I met were really chill and funny and bomb. Cousin totally wants Broseph now hahaha. And he... is v. v. rad. So cute, funny, sarcastic. I don't know if there's really chemistry there yet or if I Like him, but I would very much like to hang out with him again and find out.
Pee Ess-- I texted him and said 'blah blah fun, you're an Indie Dreamboat (I KNOW I KNOW. I'M FUCKING STUPID), should do it again even if you're not interested. And he totally said he enjoyed my company and we should definitely do it again. But at the end he said 'We'll see' without a period or whatever. So it's hanging in my head like an unfinished thought.
I'm guessing it's in reference to being interested. And I'm okay with that. I don't want another 'I like you, I like you too, let's date, *fuck*(or *fuck*, let's date, depending on the physical attraction. I know, such a tart). I want to get to know him, and if I do like him, do things RIGHT for once. A little courtship, a chance to develop REAL feelings before getting too physical and making the entire relationship about sex. I know. She grows up so fast.
I'll keep you updated, duckies.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Tee Hee.
I always love seeing that one of my exes has broken up with their girlfriend.
Facebook provides me with a little ray of vindictive sunshine.
(It was Metal Kevin, eff why eye. And his stupid-looking blondey-blonde 'I love you always' girl. I can't decide if I want to hang out with him again or not. But I still LOVE that HE contacted ME and asked to get together WHILE HE WAS DATING AFOREMENTIONED CHICK. I am le pimp fo sho.)
Facebook provides me with a little ray of vindictive sunshine.
(It was Metal Kevin, eff why eye. And his stupid-looking blondey-blonde 'I love you always' girl. I can't decide if I want to hang out with him again or not. But I still LOVE that HE contacted ME and asked to get together WHILE HE WAS DATING AFOREMENTIONED CHICK. I am le pimp fo sho.)
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Oh I Am Such A Melodramatic Whore.
He wrote back. He just doesn't go on the interweb that frequently.
I also wrote him another message before he replied talking about how I didn't sound like myself in the initial one, blah blah. I am glad I did that, because my first message really DID sound fucking stupid and egomaniacal and shit.
But yeah. Hopefully he will write back again. I still want to meet him. He still seems like my poifect guy.
I also wrote him another message before he replied talking about how I didn't sound like myself in the initial one, blah blah. I am glad I did that, because my first message really DID sound fucking stupid and egomaniacal and shit.
But yeah. Hopefully he will write back again. I still want to meet him. He still seems like my poifect guy.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Oh. My. [Perfect Boy] God.
So. One of the guys that responded to my ad?
He is the cousin of a friend from University.
He is. So fucking cool.
Like, his email was AWESOME. I straight-out told him it was the best response I had gotten. And the more I hear about him and know about him (she's telling me some stuff and she sent me his MySpace... I am such a creeper) the more awesome I think he is. Like, I am completely infatuated with him. I AM going to meet him.
I really hope he likes me.
Seriously, I haven't been this excited in ages.
Oh my god. This could be the start of something wonderful.
He is the cousin of a friend from University.
He is. So fucking cool.
Like, his email was AWESOME. I straight-out told him it was the best response I had gotten. And the more I hear about him and know about him (she's telling me some stuff and she sent me his MySpace... I am such a creeper) the more awesome I think he is. Like, I am completely infatuated with him. I AM going to meet him.
I really hope he likes me.
Seriously, I haven't been this excited in ages.
Oh my god. This could be the start of something wonderful.
I'm All Typed Out, Lately
Because I have taken my desperateness to a whole new level.
I put up a CraigsList personal ad.
A ton of guys have responded, so I've been writing to the potentially worth-while ones.
Sadly, I started talking to this guy hardcore yesterday and we were actually gonna hang out, but plans got messed up. He wants to hang out today. He seems like a funnyish, cool person, but he called me
AND HE HAS A TOTAL GIRL VOICE. He sounds GAY. Seriously. Sooo now I don't know what to do. How disappointing. I still may hang out with him, cuz it's kind of bitchy not to just cuz of his voice, but come on! How can I get to know someone if every time they open their mouth I'm trying not to laugh!?
I PROMISE 4-20/Liam/CraigsList replies SOON! Probably later today.
I put up a CraigsList personal ad.
A ton of guys have responded, so I've been writing to the potentially worth-while ones.
Sadly, I started talking to this guy hardcore yesterday and we were actually gonna hang out, but plans got messed up. He wants to hang out today. He seems like a funnyish, cool person, but he called me
AND HE HAS A TOTAL GIRL VOICE. He sounds GAY. Seriously. Sooo now I don't know what to do. How disappointing. I still may hang out with him, cuz it's kind of bitchy not to just cuz of his voice, but come on! How can I get to know someone if every time they open their mouth I'm trying not to laugh!?
I PROMISE 4-20/Liam/CraigsList replies SOON! Probably later today.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Everything With Us Is Tumultuous.
I won't go into details of yesterday, mainly because they don't matter. We went and saw music, went to parties, people across the road fought blah blah.
The main point of interest (to me at least) was my interaction with Liam.
So I call my friend and he's with a group of people, including Liam, and I'm like 'hey, people all left House Guy's so you can come over.' So they did, but then our friend kicked everyone out (except me and my ladies cuz we is cool like that) cuz House Guy wasn't there (even though he wouldn't have cared... but I am not about to argue with a huge black man.).
In the five-minute span of Liam actually being there, I completely trashed any sort of relationship we had, friendly, casual, or what have you. After years of dancing around the whole matter, I basically shot it in the face. And I'm totally proud of myself that I could do it so quickly and easily. Sick, isn't it?
I had his phone for a long time, cuz I was nice enough to go retrieve it from the woods where fucking retarded dropped it. I held onto it because it would give me and excuse to get him to see me. It never really worked out like and then I realized I didn't care, so I was prepared to give it back to him.
I walk into the room, and the first thing he says, no hello or anything, is 'where is my phone?' To myself, I'm thinking that he's a complete ass. I am right. So I respond 'what?' and the conversation proceeds thusly:
'Where is my phone?'
'What?'
'My phone.'
'What?'
'My PHONE.'
'What?'
'Okay, put it in your purse and then the next time you see me, give it to me.'
'What are you talking about?'
[Inaudible mumblings of frustration as he gives up and turns away so I know he's ignoring me.]
So then I take his phone out and throw it at him and walk into the other room. Except I hear him say 'finally.' This does not please me. Not at all.
So I go in there, little hothead that I am, and start talking in raised tones about how rude that is and how he didn't even thank me, etcetera etcetera. He thanks me and I tell him to fuck off cuz he had to be prompted.
Five minutes later and everyone is booted, except, as our enforcer friend said 'these fine ladies,' meaning me and my homies. So Liam pops his head in the door and says 'what if I make fine ladies appear?'.... yes. Meaning That Girl. I am officially pissed. I basically invited him and he goes and invites her? He HAS to be aware that I had some... romantic issues with him. Or else he's stupider than I thought. So enforcer friend says 'especially you have to go, Liam.' So I hop on the bandwagon of course and start railing on him about him leaving because hes an asshole than no one likes and that he should just accept that everyone hates him. He keeps walking to the door and back and finally says to me, 'bye, smelly.'
I take that and run with it. All the way to fucking China.
Back story: When Liam and I dated a million years ago, he had a body odor problem (Note: I noticed that he smelled a bit... ripe when we fucked that time. I had to hold back my laughter) that I constantly hinted to him about and he never got. There are incidences of him refusing my proffered deodorant and a friend of mine attacking him with air freshener just to beat back the smell. After I dumped him, I wrote about how he smelled bad on my website at the time. He saw it and IMed me asking, 'when did you decide I smell?' I told him always. I think I still have the AIM conversation saved on my old computer. Yeah. I'm one of those people.
So of COURSE I say 'I'm smelly? I'M smelly?!' and proceed to start telling everyone in the room the story you just heard. He just keeps popping his head in and out of the room, hearing more (oh yes I knew he was listening just outside the door. I used it to my advantage) until he finally says 'I can't believe you're doing this' and leaves for real.
It was then that I realized I broke the entire thing with three quick jabs. I don't care. Once again, I know he's stupid and a loser and an asshole who isn't good enough for me. He wasn't nice and never appreciated my gestures or made any attempts to help me build a friendship. He can fuck himself.
This morning, I woke my lappy up and there was an IM from him:
Liam: Snarkypants
Liam: im not sure why we we're yelling mean shit at eachother when i left
It's because I can't even look at you without being angry and hurt and confused and upset and I'm sick of trying because we WON'T be friends and you're a shallow asshole who can't see how good we'd be together and I don't even WANT you to see anymore cuz I don't want YOU because I hate you and you're not up to my standards.
That's why we were yelling mean shit.
The main point of interest (to me at least) was my interaction with Liam.
So I call my friend and he's with a group of people, including Liam, and I'm like 'hey, people all left House Guy's so you can come over.' So they did, but then our friend kicked everyone out (except me and my ladies cuz we is cool like that) cuz House Guy wasn't there (even though he wouldn't have cared... but I am not about to argue with a huge black man.).
In the five-minute span of Liam actually being there, I completely trashed any sort of relationship we had, friendly, casual, or what have you. After years of dancing around the whole matter, I basically shot it in the face. And I'm totally proud of myself that I could do it so quickly and easily. Sick, isn't it?
I had his phone for a long time, cuz I was nice enough to go retrieve it from the woods where fucking retarded dropped it. I held onto it because it would give me and excuse to get him to see me. It never really worked out like and then I realized I didn't care, so I was prepared to give it back to him.
I walk into the room, and the first thing he says, no hello or anything, is 'where is my phone?' To myself, I'm thinking that he's a complete ass. I am right. So I respond 'what?' and the conversation proceeds thusly:
'Where is my phone?'
'What?'
'My phone.'
'What?'
'My PHONE.'
'What?'
'Okay, put it in your purse and then the next time you see me, give it to me.'
'What are you talking about?'
[Inaudible mumblings of frustration as he gives up and turns away so I know he's ignoring me.]
So then I take his phone out and throw it at him and walk into the other room. Except I hear him say 'finally.' This does not please me. Not at all.
So I go in there, little hothead that I am, and start talking in raised tones about how rude that is and how he didn't even thank me, etcetera etcetera. He thanks me and I tell him to fuck off cuz he had to be prompted.
Five minutes later and everyone is booted, except, as our enforcer friend said 'these fine ladies,' meaning me and my homies. So Liam pops his head in the door and says 'what if I make fine ladies appear?'.... yes. Meaning That Girl. I am officially pissed. I basically invited him and he goes and invites her? He HAS to be aware that I had some... romantic issues with him. Or else he's stupider than I thought. So enforcer friend says 'especially you have to go, Liam.' So I hop on the bandwagon of course and start railing on him about him leaving because hes an asshole than no one likes and that he should just accept that everyone hates him. He keeps walking to the door and back and finally says to me, 'bye, smelly.'
I take that and run with it. All the way to fucking China.
Back story: When Liam and I dated a million years ago, he had a body odor problem (Note: I noticed that he smelled a bit... ripe when we fucked that time. I had to hold back my laughter) that I constantly hinted to him about and he never got. There are incidences of him refusing my proffered deodorant and a friend of mine attacking him with air freshener just to beat back the smell. After I dumped him, I wrote about how he smelled bad on my website at the time. He saw it and IMed me asking, 'when did you decide I smell?' I told him always. I think I still have the AIM conversation saved on my old computer. Yeah. I'm one of those people.
So of COURSE I say 'I'm smelly? I'M smelly?!' and proceed to start telling everyone in the room the story you just heard. He just keeps popping his head in and out of the room, hearing more (oh yes I knew he was listening just outside the door. I used it to my advantage) until he finally says 'I can't believe you're doing this' and leaves for real.
It was then that I realized I broke the entire thing with three quick jabs. I don't care. Once again, I know he's stupid and a loser and an asshole who isn't good enough for me. He wasn't nice and never appreciated my gestures or made any attempts to help me build a friendship. He can fuck himself.
This morning, I woke my lappy up and there was an IM from him:
Liam: Snarkypants
Liam: im not sure why we we're yelling mean shit at eachother when i left
It's because I can't even look at you without being angry and hurt and confused and upset and I'm sick of trying because we WON'T be friends and you're a shallow asshole who can't see how good we'd be together and I don't even WANT you to see anymore cuz I don't want YOU because I hate you and you're not up to my standards.
That's why we were yelling mean shit.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
HAHAHA I'm Watching That Show On TLC About The Midget Family
'Little People, Big World' or whatever the fuck it's called.
Hahaha they're visiting the Grand Canyon (think about how big it would seem to them haha) and Midget Dad is is afraid to go across it on this glass walkway thing cuz it's so high up and he can see it.
WHAT?! He KNOWS it's safe. Like they would let something that imperative have any possibility of collapsing. What a fucking idiot. I don't care if he's a midget or not, that's still retarded.
Regular Son (who is the youngest) prods him along. Hurray. Claps for you, Regular Son.
They showed a preview of the next episode shows Regular Son fighting Midget Twin (the former is taller than the latter). MUST SEE. I would be pissed to be Midget Twin, getting screwed out of being taller.
No, I didn't say 'normal,' because I don't have weird pointless prejudices against people who are 'different.' They're the same as anyone.
And Midget Mom and Regular Daughter have a girl day together. PRECIOUS!
Must see it.
IMDB that shit.
Ewww that show where the 'straight' guy and the fucking annoying bitch plastic surgery catastrophe come and give some poor woman 'fashion.' Okay, yeah it's kind of cool to show someone how to dress more flatteringly, thus giving more confidence and whatnot, Lady Stylist is a fucking cunt. A cuntbag. A cuntburger. And sometimes she takes away the quirkiness of the women themselves. So sad.
Anyway, I just remembered. I packed a bowl aaaages ago. I'm going to torch that shit. Grin.
And then watch Superbad, even though I am still WAY too intrigued by Michael Cera. It is so unhealthy, I don't even want to talk about it.
He is just too perfect for me though.
Now I want to go watch Clark And Michael (www.clarkandmichael.com oh my sweet chocolate JESUS it is hilarious. Snaps for them.).
Hahaha they're visiting the Grand Canyon (think about how big it would seem to them haha) and Midget Dad is is afraid to go across it on this glass walkway thing cuz it's so high up and he can see it.
WHAT?! He KNOWS it's safe. Like they would let something that imperative have any possibility of collapsing. What a fucking idiot. I don't care if he's a midget or not, that's still retarded.
Regular Son (who is the youngest) prods him along. Hurray. Claps for you, Regular Son.
They showed a preview of the next episode shows Regular Son fighting Midget Twin (the former is taller than the latter). MUST SEE. I would be pissed to be Midget Twin, getting screwed out of being taller.
No, I didn't say 'normal,' because I don't have weird pointless prejudices against people who are 'different.' They're the same as anyone.
And Midget Mom and Regular Daughter have a girl day together. PRECIOUS!
Must see it.
IMDB that shit.
Ewww that show where the 'straight' guy and the fucking annoying bitch plastic surgery catastrophe come and give some poor woman 'fashion.' Okay, yeah it's kind of cool to show someone how to dress more flatteringly, thus giving more confidence and whatnot, Lady Stylist is a fucking cunt. A cuntbag. A cuntburger. And sometimes she takes away the quirkiness of the women themselves. So sad.
Anyway, I just remembered. I packed a bowl aaaages ago. I'm going to torch that shit. Grin.
And then watch Superbad, even though I am still WAY too intrigued by Michael Cera. It is so unhealthy, I don't even want to talk about it.
He is just too perfect for me though.
Now I want to go watch Clark And Michael (www.clarkandmichael.com oh my sweet chocolate JESUS it is hilarious. Snaps for them.).
I'm Sick As A Dog
So I've been basically working non-stop. And I'm super sick. Well, not super. But I do keep coughing up phlegm and my nose is terrible and my throat hurts and I have man-voice and I feel quite crappy.
My tootsies are getting quite the workout standing nine hours a day. So on Saturday, I was supposed to work four to nine-thirty, but NY&Co. called at ten asking me to come in one to six. But if the other chick didn't show at four thirty I'd have to stay til close. I said okay.
Of course the dumb bitch (who I SWEAR has some sort of mental deficiency... I'm not just being mean. I actually think she may be slightly challenged) never showed (apparently today is her last day so I guess she didn't care. Damn selfish retards) so I had to stay.
Then I got sick. And had to work more.
AND NOW I HAVE MY FUCKING PERIOD AGAIN. I guess last time was 'spotting' but it still fucking sucked. At least this time I'm actually supposed to have it.
After work Saturday, I hung out with Friend 1 and Eric, another friend. We got drunk in a school parking lot and talked about life (it sounds really losery and lame and creepy but it wasn't it was fun). And sex. Lots of sex talk. I ended up making a booty call to John (I KNOW I KNOW but I swear he really is history) but he was in bed or some shit. I'm glad. I was drunk and being stupid. I don't want him.
I've just realized the articles or clothing I'm wearing for pajammies are both white... with weird 'racing stripes.'
I am a sad case. Hahahaha.
My tootsies are getting quite the workout standing nine hours a day. So on Saturday, I was supposed to work four to nine-thirty, but NY&Co. called at ten asking me to come in one to six. But if the other chick didn't show at four thirty I'd have to stay til close. I said okay.
Of course the dumb bitch (who I SWEAR has some sort of mental deficiency... I'm not just being mean. I actually think she may be slightly challenged) never showed (apparently today is her last day so I guess she didn't care. Damn selfish retards) so I had to stay.
Then I got sick. And had to work more.
AND NOW I HAVE MY FUCKING PERIOD AGAIN. I guess last time was 'spotting' but it still fucking sucked. At least this time I'm actually supposed to have it.
After work Saturday, I hung out with Friend 1 and Eric, another friend. We got drunk in a school parking lot and talked about life (it sounds really losery and lame and creepy but it wasn't it was fun). And sex. Lots of sex talk. I ended up making a booty call to John (I KNOW I KNOW but I swear he really is history) but he was in bed or some shit. I'm glad. I was drunk and being stupid. I don't want him.
I've just realized the articles or clothing I'm wearing for pajammies are both white... with weird 'racing stripes.'
I am a sad case. Hahahaha.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Regarding Romance
We have all known for a long time that I have a fucked up past with relationships. All of them ended abruptly and basically on instinct, instituted by me. But only two guys (even though it was I who initially ended it) have still stuck with me, both of them because of how tumultuous our relationships were (With College Fuck, it was always this way, with Liam it has been going on since forevvvvver. Except now, cuz I am totally over it. Mostly.): I never knew where I stood with them. Were they mad, suddenly offended by insults they had laughed at minutes before? Did they want to talk about real, deep things? Things I was scared to tell people (Note: Both boys, except Liam only the first time around, were extremely interested in knowing the real, deep, broken, me. I refused to show them and severed our relationships)? Are they telling me to leave me alone? Are we going to get enough alone time that he'll kiss me?
It was either they wanted all or nothing. And I loved it. The uncertainty, the challenge, the chase. The fight for their affection. It was
INTERESTING!
This is what I want in a boy... but I want one who will eventually settle down and let me catch him.
It was either they wanted all or nothing. And I loved it. The uncertainty, the challenge, the chase. The fight for their affection. It was
INTERESTING!
This is what I want in a boy... but I want one who will eventually settle down and let me catch him.
Please Discount Mohawk John
What. A waste. Of time.
We never do anything or talk about anything meaningful or laugh. It's just lame. We smoked and he got all tired, like he always does, and wanted to sleep. Fucking BORING.
FUCK that. I'm not answering his calls any more. I told him so. To his face. Hahahaha.
He wasn't even a very good fuck. He was more like an A- regarding his hands hahahaha. And enthusiasm can't make up for actual skill.
He is totally deleted from my life.
We never do anything or talk about anything meaningful or laugh. It's just lame. We smoked and he got all tired, like he always does, and wanted to sleep. Fucking BORING.
FUCK that. I'm not answering his calls any more. I told him so. To his face. Hahahaha.
He wasn't even a very good fuck. He was more like an A- regarding his hands hahahaha. And enthusiasm can't make up for actual skill.
He is totally deleted from my life.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Oh Well, I Don't Mind Talking To Myself
I am playing hooky from work. I just felt like it. Yesterday was notttt a day off, and tomorrow won't be either.
No no no, this will not become a regular occurrence.
I SWEAR!
No no no, this will not become a regular occurrence.
I SWEAR!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Curiosity
If anyone is reading this, even just these few words and nothing previously written, even if you have stumbled upon a mistake and do not intend to ever visit again,
please leave a comment.
Just so I can know if someone is actually listening.
Grrracias.
please leave a comment.
Just so I can know if someone is actually listening.
Grrracias.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Embarassing Questions
Who, at age nineteen, plays pot tops as if they were cymbals?
Why, me of course.
My life is so sad. Hahahaha.
Yes, Snarkypants, LAUGH THROUGH THE PAIN.
Moving on after that bit of Multiple Personality Disorder... oh wow. I just thought of something. What if someone just had a Personality Disorder? Someone whose personality is just innately sucky? You can't really truly change your personality. You'd be living a sham of a life. Dissssmal.
Hahahahaha I swear I know some retarded Those Girls like that who don't actually seem to have a personality. I'd rather be who I am than have guys chase me for no substantial reason. I will be wanted for who I am, not what I look like. WERD.
This is getting pretty heavy, yo, so now here are some more embarrassing questions.
(Note: All questions involve something that has happened in like the last twenty minutes. I swear to god I am so awkward that it hurts to exist. But I share it with you, my darlings, because I don't mind a laugh at my expense to bring a smile to your rosy-cheeked little faces)
Who sets a wet sponge on fire, totally burning the edge, and then trims the burnt shit on it with the kitchen scissors?
Me, and yes, I washed them off.
Who then spends a good two minutes letting water run like a wasteful asshole because she is intrigued by the idea (and also the practice, which she was doing. Fortunately alone, because if anyone saw her she would be hauled off to the nut house with all the nuts and the squirrels) of cutting the running water with aforementioned kitchen scissors and photographing it?
I fear I will never find anyone who appreciates my little joys and clumsy stories. Le sigh.
And now That Girl is signed up to play pong tomorrow two. Luckily, not against Liam, But I HAVE to do better than her. I don't know why. I don't even want him anymore (lie, but not that MUCH) but I just need to prove I am at least superior in some aspect.
Gargargar I hope tomorrow is fun and I am not distressed by those two retards' antics.
Pee Ess: I go in for my 'On-Boarding' (training... which they could've just called 'Training,' but nooo, they need a kicky, pseudo-corporate name to trick all the sad people who end up spending their lives managing that processed sack of fashion lies that their lives aren't so sad. FUCK THIS NINE TO FIVE SHIT!) with the manager tonight. I have a fucking WORK BOOK with COMPREHENSION QUESTIONS. YOU HAVE TO BE 18 TO WORK THERE. I'm sorry but this is ridiculous. How retarded do they think people are. Chrisssst.
I have to put together three outfits. Sounds, sorta fun, right? WRONG. Then you have to fill out a fucking WORK SHEET writing fucking PARAGRAPHS about which one is your favourite and why. What the hell is this!?
So that's what I have to look forward to from six to half-past nine. Woo. And then I get to work almost full time tooling around.
I hate that this is what I have to do to earn money.
Why, me of course.
My life is so sad. Hahahaha.
Yes, Snarkypants, LAUGH THROUGH THE PAIN.
Moving on after that bit of Multiple Personality Disorder... oh wow. I just thought of something. What if someone just had a Personality Disorder? Someone whose personality is just innately sucky? You can't really truly change your personality. You'd be living a sham of a life. Dissssmal.
Hahahahaha I swear I know some retarded Those Girls like that who don't actually seem to have a personality. I'd rather be who I am than have guys chase me for no substantial reason. I will be wanted for who I am, not what I look like. WERD.
This is getting pretty heavy, yo, so now here are some more embarrassing questions.
(Note: All questions involve something that has happened in like the last twenty minutes. I swear to god I am so awkward that it hurts to exist. But I share it with you, my darlings, because I don't mind a laugh at my expense to bring a smile to your rosy-cheeked little faces)
Who sets a wet sponge on fire, totally burning the edge, and then trims the burnt shit on it with the kitchen scissors?
Me, and yes, I washed them off.
Who then spends a good two minutes letting water run like a wasteful asshole because she is intrigued by the idea (and also the practice, which she was doing. Fortunately alone, because if anyone saw her she would be hauled off to the nut house with all the nuts and the squirrels) of cutting the running water with aforementioned kitchen scissors and photographing it?
I fear I will never find anyone who appreciates my little joys and clumsy stories. Le sigh.
And now That Girl is signed up to play pong tomorrow two. Luckily, not against Liam, But I HAVE to do better than her. I don't know why. I don't even want him anymore (lie, but not that MUCH) but I just need to prove I am at least superior in some aspect.
Gargargar I hope tomorrow is fun and I am not distressed by those two retards' antics.
Pee Ess: I go in for my 'On-Boarding' (training... which they could've just called 'Training,' but nooo, they need a kicky, pseudo-corporate name to trick all the sad people who end up spending their lives managing that processed sack of fashion lies that their lives aren't so sad. FUCK THIS NINE TO FIVE SHIT!) with the manager tonight. I have a fucking WORK BOOK with COMPREHENSION QUESTIONS. YOU HAVE TO BE 18 TO WORK THERE. I'm sorry but this is ridiculous. How retarded do they think people are. Chrisssst.
I have to put together three outfits. Sounds, sorta fun, right? WRONG. Then you have to fill out a fucking WORK SHEET writing fucking PARAGRAPHS about which one is your favourite and why. What the hell is this!?
So that's what I have to look forward to from six to half-past nine. Woo. And then I get to work almost full time tooling around.
I hate that this is what I have to do to earn money.
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