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Men. Suck. I hope they know this.
Nothing like getting a text message to explain why someone no longer wanted to hang out with you, call you, act like you exsist. It was cool. Little something like this "I want to say I'm sorry for being a dick, I swear it's not my X, I just don't want anything, I should have told you sooner" then I reply with basically a "what the fuck, you were all about liking me and going out with me about a week ago" and he replies "It's just we don't see each other enough, I'm sorry" and that was it. WHAT A FUCKIN PUSSY. God, couldn't even fucking call me to tell me. When will this shit ever end? Josh Johnson = he, if you couldn't figure this out.
And why do exes always rule the world of the person they last went out with? Honestly. They are fucked up. The last ex is always like, a mother to the person you are trying to pursue. They just can't get the fuck away from them. I hate exes, everywhere. Fuck em all. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
I really don't give a fuck about what anyone else has to say about any of the things that I think or say or do lately. I'm just fed up to a point. Most of the things I get pissed off about come out to the wrong people, but I guess shit happens. Lately I have been feeling lots of anger, more than usual, towards Chris and Amanda and that whole fucking situation, and I keep blowing all my steam out to Serena about it. I need to stop. Sorry Seren-Bean, I think you understand where I might be coming from. I don't even know why, because it's not like I EVER talk or see them, but I think it's because since the whole "I suck at life and will never get a decent boyfriend ever again" thing, that is the only thing that I can be pissed about related to my love life. Or my past love life, or some shit. I'd like to date someone fun, not uptight, good looking, funny as fuck, relaxed, and fucking comfortable. Not this stick up his ass, rich boy, I'm-too-sexy-for-you, smoking, spaced out kind of guys. I need someone who is enjoying life as much as I am TRYING to. Maybe someone who doesn't have a lot of money, but uses the money they have wisely. Money isn't everything, but it helps when you are trying to get by.
I dyed my hair "dark brown" but it's black. I knew that would happen and I think I did it on purpose. I don't really care if it looks bad or people don't notice because I like it and I need a change every once in a while.
I need to move to Bangor with Fish. I need to get away. No matter how sad it makes me that I have to leave my nice comfortable home. I might go nuts if I don't. We all gotta leave sometime.
So cats don't like harnesses. I bought one for Jinx. I put it on, and she was laying on my bed, and I got up to take her outside, and she literally rolled off the bed like a log. It had to be one of the funniest things I had ever seen. I am assuming it made her feel strapped in so she didn't move her legs, and she just kinda rolled off. Hilarious.
Lastly, I would like a man friend who does not want to fuck me, I just want a nice guy friend to talk to, to hang out with without having awkwardness. Can't I just have that? Maybe I need a gay friend. I'd like to think that Brandon could be my fun man friend but I am pretty sure he doesn't see things, or doesn't want to see things between him and I, that way. So yeah. And since he is also my stalker, he will read this within 10 seconds from the second he signs online next. HAHA...
aaaand before bed, I shall say GRACIAS to Mr. Catalina for once again providing me with some great tunes. I appreciate it. Music is life.
Nothing like getting a text message to explain why someone no longer wanted to hang out with you, call you, act like you exsist. It was cool. Little something like this "I want to say I'm sorry for being a dick, I swear it's not my X, I just don't want anything, I should have told you sooner" then I reply with basically a "what the fuck, you were all about liking me and going out with me about a week ago" and he replies "It's just we don't see each other enough, I'm sorry" and that was it. WHAT A FUCKIN PUSSY. God, couldn't even fucking call me to tell me. When will this shit ever end? Josh Johnson = he, if you couldn't figure this out.
And why do exes always rule the world of the person they last went out with? Honestly. They are fucked up. The last ex is always like, a mother to the person you are trying to pursue. They just can't get the fuck away from them. I hate exes, everywhere. Fuck em all. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
I really don't give a fuck about what anyone else has to say about any of the things that I think or say or do lately. I'm just fed up to a point. Most of the things I get pissed off about come out to the wrong people, but I guess shit happens. Lately I have been feeling lots of anger, more than usual, towards Chris and Amanda and that whole fucking situation, and I keep blowing all my steam out to Serena about it. I need to stop. Sorry Seren-Bean, I think you understand where I might be coming from. I don't even know why, because it's not like I EVER talk or see them, but I think it's because since the whole "I suck at life and will never get a decent boyfriend ever again" thing, that is the only thing that I can be pissed about related to my love life. Or my past love life, or some shit. I'd like to date someone fun, not uptight, good looking, funny as fuck, relaxed, and fucking comfortable. Not this stick up his ass, rich boy, I'm-too-sexy-for-you, smoking, spaced out kind of guys. I need someone who is enjoying life as much as I am TRYING to. Maybe someone who doesn't have a lot of money, but uses the money they have wisely. Money isn't everything, but it helps when you are trying to get by.
I dyed my hair "dark brown" but it's black. I knew that would happen and I think I did it on purpose. I don't really care if it looks bad or people don't notice because I like it and I need a change every once in a while.
I need to move to Bangor with Fish. I need to get away. No matter how sad it makes me that I have to leave my nice comfortable home. I might go nuts if I don't. We all gotta leave sometime.
So cats don't like harnesses. I bought one for Jinx. I put it on, and she was laying on my bed, and I got up to take her outside, and she literally rolled off the bed like a log. It had to be one of the funniest things I had ever seen. I am assuming it made her feel strapped in so she didn't move her legs, and she just kinda rolled off. Hilarious.
Lastly, I would like a man friend who does not want to fuck me, I just want a nice guy friend to talk to, to hang out with without having awkwardness. Can't I just have that? Maybe I need a gay friend. I'd like to think that Brandon could be my fun man friend but I am pretty sure he doesn't see things, or doesn't want to see things between him and I, that way. So yeah. And since he is also my stalker, he will read this within 10 seconds from the second he signs online next. HAHA...
aaaand before bed, I shall say GRACIAS to Mr. Catalina for once again providing me with some great tunes. I appreciate it. Music is life.