Why the fuck am I still awake?
I love Amanda Juliet Malecki. It's been a while since we've had one of our insightful talks.
I hate things that are fake. More like people. And feelings being fake. I have an issue, I think, with relationships actually feeling real to me. In relationships, people put on fronts to impress. In friendships, people are just themselves because they're not trying to fuck eachother. Dating is annoying...it's a mutual meeting in which both parties' soul purpose for attendance is to assess whether or not they want eachother in naughty ways at night time. Or day, depending on your mood. In friendships, it's soo much easier to see people.
I don't know. I'm only going off a guy who has a need to fit in to certain images and a guy who said babe so much that I think he forgot my name somewhere along the way of him trying to reach a home run in less than a month.
I'm so critical. I mean, I should be though, right? It's a relationship...
Blah. I hate my sub conscious mind. I'll like someone, but then because of all this junk I think, I won't have the want to call them.
But see, that's another thing...if you're comfortable with someone, time isn't an issue considering how many days, weeks, or months until you go all the way with someone. If you feel it's right, then that's all that matters.
Which, of course, brings me back to feeling. If I don't feel like a genuwine relationship is forming I'm like, "Why waste my time?"...
You know what, I'm just complaining, and I really need to stop.
new subject, please.
I'm talking to this new guy Tony. Tones. From what I see & hear, I like him. And by see, I mean his pictures. And by hear, I mean over the phone...haven't met him yet...but I hope we can be friends first.
(I love how that was a new subject...)
I think it's going to be very cool to be able to show Kristi's child videos of her dancing from now and be able to say, "So this is when your Mom was 3 months pregnant with you..."
If any of you havent played the game Audition, in which one person pretends to be the agent and everyone else pretends to be the auditioner who has to follow the direction of the agent, do so. It's fucking amazing.
I hate when my friends aren't happy.
Joseph (little boy who I teach private dance lessons to) and me have had our last session for a while. His mom started college (at 40-something, its great) and won't have the money to pay the lessons.I'm going to miss the kid with more bling than 50 Cent.
Let's write in third person:
Matt wants to sleep.
The End.
Godnight.
I'm done.
(I'm done, isn't third person...)
Matt is done.
(Much better.)
I hate things that are fake. More like people. And feelings being fake. I have an issue, I think, with relationships actually feeling real to me. In relationships, people put on fronts to impress. In friendships, people are just themselves because they're not trying to fuck eachother. Dating is annoying...it's a mutual meeting in which both parties' soul purpose for attendance is to assess whether or not they want eachother in naughty ways at night time. Or day, depending on your mood. In friendships, it's soo much easier to see people.
I don't know. I'm only going off a guy who has a need to fit in to certain images and a guy who said babe so much that I think he forgot my name somewhere along the way of him trying to reach a home run in less than a month.
I'm so critical. I mean, I should be though, right? It's a relationship...
Blah. I hate my sub conscious mind. I'll like someone, but then because of all this junk I think, I won't have the want to call them.
But see, that's another thing...if you're comfortable with someone, time isn't an issue considering how many days, weeks, or months until you go all the way with someone. If you feel it's right, then that's all that matters.
Which, of course, brings me back to feeling. If I don't feel like a genuwine relationship is forming I'm like, "Why waste my time?"...
You know what, I'm just complaining, and I really need to stop.
new subject, please.
I'm talking to this new guy Tony. Tones. From what I see & hear, I like him. And by see, I mean his pictures. And by hear, I mean over the phone...haven't met him yet...but I hope we can be friends first.
(I love how that was a new subject...)
I think it's going to be very cool to be able to show Kristi's child videos of her dancing from now and be able to say, "So this is when your Mom was 3 months pregnant with you..."
If any of you havent played the game Audition, in which one person pretends to be the agent and everyone else pretends to be the auditioner who has to follow the direction of the agent, do so. It's fucking amazing.
I hate when my friends aren't happy.
Joseph (little boy who I teach private dance lessons to) and me have had our last session for a while. His mom started college (at 40-something, its great) and won't have the money to pay the lessons.I'm going to miss the kid with more bling than 50 Cent.
Let's write in third person:
Matt wants to sleep.
The End.
Godnight.
I'm done.
(I'm done, isn't third person...)
Matt is done.
(Much better.)