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My stomach hurts from my own microwave cooking, really, I shouldn't be given a chance to cook. I suck. I'm pitiful. It's sad. I am going to Suds and getting myself a drink to stop the hurting. But yeah, I went to visit my parents last weekend, right, cuz I spent the time at home.....sure I did. Local bar, then the next city over to visit my friend; raced cars - my sad 1990 Camry against some Subaru greatness - not fair in the least. Meh, I got over it when I kicked his ass by nearly killing his car. Good thing I know how to drive. Sweet deal, I also got to evade the cops and shit. Then I went to my other friends place for a surprise birthday party and had her brother all over me. It was scary, flattering, but really, I am no cradle robber. Even if he is in Grade 11...or is it 12 now? Well, that's not that important, the fact is, no....I am his sister's friend! That's wrong, too. Guys are so stupid.
Today, not one, but two guys that wanted to go on dates with me...one I even wanted back....decided to tell me in the same day that they hooked up over the weekend. Ouch. Talk about double rejection. That hurts. Meh, I'll get over that, too. I'll just go to the bar and find some guy, but that's not real, and I want something real now. I have thrown away so many chances...I must be chicken shit. That's the answer: Sam is a chicken! Heehee, I have solved my own dilemmas! Score!
Today, not one, but two guys that wanted to go on dates with me...one I even wanted back....decided to tell me in the same day that they hooked up over the weekend. Ouch. Talk about double rejection. That hurts. Meh, I'll get over that, too. I'll just go to the bar and find some guy, but that's not real, and I want something real now. I have thrown away so many chances...I must be chicken shit. That's the answer: Sam is a chicken! Heehee, I have solved my own dilemmas! Score!