this is not an entry about KP.
I'm not bitter about KP.
No nope never who me? Nope. Not at all.
Not bitter at all.
DO THE AVOIDY DANCE. DANCE MY PRETTY.
Nor am I bitter about having pissed away so much time and sanity because I made the fatal mistake of falling for Fucknut.
I'm sure the two things are not connected at all.
I'm not bitter. I'm just ready to give up on dating for good. I don't need precious resources constantly being diverted to trying to impress people. It's really not my thing.
Bad enough trying to stuff old feelings back into the bag. No, there was never any hope for us, and he's found someone else, blah blah blah etc. I'm just being stupid. I hope that's not what's adding the extra punch to my latest bout with depression, but I really don't want to have to actually ask myself that question. Which is probably my answer right there. Oh, and the splitting headache that came out of nowhere coincidentally after realizing that the avoidy-dance had resumed? No connection at all.
Anyhow, in better news, Draveling treated me to some damn good sushi earlier this evening and has bestowed upon me his old digital camera. I had just started discussing macro photography with Igor this week, in anticipation of photographing my jewelry. 'Tis a sign, I think, that I should get cracking on my oraboros ring.
No nope never who me? Nope. Not at all.
Not bitter at all.
DO THE AVOIDY DANCE. DANCE MY PRETTY.
Nor am I bitter about having pissed away so much time and sanity because I made the fatal mistake of falling for Fucknut.
I'm sure the two things are not connected at all.
I'm not bitter. I'm just ready to give up on dating for good. I don't need precious resources constantly being diverted to trying to impress people. It's really not my thing.
Bad enough trying to stuff old feelings back into the bag. No, there was never any hope for us, and he's found someone else, blah blah blah etc. I'm just being stupid. I hope that's not what's adding the extra punch to my latest bout with depression, but I really don't want to have to actually ask myself that question. Which is probably my answer right there. Oh, and the splitting headache that came out of nowhere coincidentally after realizing that the avoidy-dance had resumed? No connection at all.
Anyhow, in better news, Draveling treated me to some damn good sushi earlier this evening and has bestowed upon me his old digital camera. I had just started discussing macro photography with Igor this week, in anticipation of photographing my jewelry. 'Tis a sign, I think, that I should get cracking on my oraboros ring.