One More Thing!
So. Busy tonight. Organizing thoughts, I suppose. I cought you up on San Francisco, the cliff notes, if you didn't know. I caught you up on right now, a bit.
There's still more thoughts ahead, I suppose. Here's the really mopey bits. You've been warned.
Ah, Jenny. I've deleted her out of my life as much as I could. Gone from Facebook (although we share so many friends she still pops up on their status comments, but I'm not going to cut a swathe through every PAcific connection I've had). Gone from AIM. I don't see any point in taking her off my phone; there's tons of people I'll never hear from on there.
I wish I didn't still know about her Twitter account. And every so often I keep checking it. I know 99% is griping about her boyfriend. I don't understand. I just don't. How she can call him an alcoholic asshole, complain about him so much, and still love him.
It's such a classic case of the nice guy losing out to the bad boy they ought to make a movie about my summer and lie about the ending. This whole be friends and develop relationships from that thing? It hasn't done me very well. The "Hey, I like you, let's do this!" immediacy hasn't been so great either.
So I just have no clue. None. And I'm certainly not meeting anyone sitting in this room in Georgetown, living on savings, no car, no goddamn public transportation system because Georgetown (and really Austin, too) has their heads up their collective asses about public transportation. I've seen Portland and The Bay Area now -- it can be done! Texas just sucks. Really, I love the weather. But beyond that I'd rather be somewhere else. And as much as I love Seth and Fox and the Rat Clan...
I can be somewhere else and still stay in touch. I'll see them about as often as now. And just a few friends out of all the others I had proximity to in Oregon? Sucks to be here. Without a car. And I don't want a car. It's great not having a car.
At least in Oregon.
And the women I knew here? I don't really know now, and certainly am not romantically interested in. And Oregon is far away and was continually a bust anyway.
But if I say there's no one other than Jenny I'm interested in, just interested and attracted mind you, from Pacific, it'd be a bit of a lie.
But it takes a little bit of lying just to wake up in the morning lately.
There's still more thoughts ahead, I suppose. Here's the really mopey bits. You've been warned.
Ah, Jenny. I've deleted her out of my life as much as I could. Gone from Facebook (although we share so many friends she still pops up on their status comments, but I'm not going to cut a swathe through every PAcific connection I've had). Gone from AIM. I don't see any point in taking her off my phone; there's tons of people I'll never hear from on there.
I wish I didn't still know about her Twitter account. And every so often I keep checking it. I know 99% is griping about her boyfriend. I don't understand. I just don't. How she can call him an alcoholic asshole, complain about him so much, and still love him.
It's such a classic case of the nice guy losing out to the bad boy they ought to make a movie about my summer and lie about the ending. This whole be friends and develop relationships from that thing? It hasn't done me very well. The "Hey, I like you, let's do this!" immediacy hasn't been so great either.
So I just have no clue. None. And I'm certainly not meeting anyone sitting in this room in Georgetown, living on savings, no car, no goddamn public transportation system because Georgetown (and really Austin, too) has their heads up their collective asses about public transportation. I've seen Portland and The Bay Area now -- it can be done! Texas just sucks. Really, I love the weather. But beyond that I'd rather be somewhere else. And as much as I love Seth and Fox and the Rat Clan...
I can be somewhere else and still stay in touch. I'll see them about as often as now. And just a few friends out of all the others I had proximity to in Oregon? Sucks to be here. Without a car. And I don't want a car. It's great not having a car.
At least in Oregon.
And the women I knew here? I don't really know now, and certainly am not romantically interested in. And Oregon is far away and was continually a bust anyway.
But if I say there's no one other than Jenny I'm interested in, just interested and attracted mind you, from Pacific, it'd be a bit of a lie.
But it takes a little bit of lying just to wake up in the morning lately.