i think i have a problem
I can't seem to stop eating...well, okay, I can now because I ate a whole bag of popcorn and a cookie and half a candy bar for the hell of it at one a.m. I could explode.
We're getting a new roommate, and he is hot! This had absolutely nothing to do with the selection process, I assure you.
Not much happening, except that I'm unemployed and possibly moving to a new apartment. Oh, I got a gig too, WHN actually got it for me. I feel that he is trying to improve his boyfriend-like behaviors after my dumping him and all. We're actually talking on the phone more (no more text message sporadic marathons). Maybe it's because I'm dating more people now I don't place a lot of expectations on him or anything, and that's good news.
I'm learning that the more unavailable people think you are, the more they try to win you. WHN knows about HBP and knows I like her. HBP knows about WHN and asks about him a lot, I think she might be jealous? LHAS is enamored with me because I'm outright with him about the fact that I'm dating the other two, plus him, plus there are a couple other guys on the periphery (when it rains, it pours!) and the other night he asked me who I was the most serious about, like it was a contest or something. Who AM I most serious about? Answer: Me.
I don't know what it is lately, all I have to say is that it is getting a little out of hand. I feel like the less I give a shit the more people are attracted to me. Trust me, I am not complaining or anything, I'm just curious about this process, and I'd like to figure out this attraction formula because maybe I could write some cult bestseller self-help book about it. "How to Get Everyone (and Not Love Anyone)."
Ouch! So jaded! But I don't care.
I want this perfume to work, dammit. One batch tastes good and smells good but is too sticky. One tastes good but smells too weak when diluted. One smells great but doesn't taste like anything. I know this can work. I could always sell a line of perfumes that smell like yummy treats, but no, I want the whole shebang (she bangs! she bangs!), dammit.
The past two days have been full of reading and learning and working on websites, blah blah blah, when am I going to be famous and rich already?
Another interesting thing I'm learning, more of an epiphany: I think I've always thought having money was bad. I realized that it's because my parents had a lot of money and they were selfish with it and it seemed to corrupt their characters. And the more money they got, the tighter they seemed to hold onto it. So every time I have a little money saved up, I have to spend it on something big rather than invest it or something because I'm afraid that if I have more and more money, I will get more and more selfish. THANK YOU, SUZE ORMAN, YOU CRAZY LADY! So now I'm going to get over that and get rich, because being rich isn't bad, although being a tightwad and not sending your kids to college while buying widescreen TVs and patio furniture and multiple cruises IS bad. The moral of the story: get rich, be nice, win.
Another rung surpassed on that great ladder to world domination!
We're getting a new roommate, and he is hot! This had absolutely nothing to do with the selection process, I assure you.
Not much happening, except that I'm unemployed and possibly moving to a new apartment. Oh, I got a gig too, WHN actually got it for me. I feel that he is trying to improve his boyfriend-like behaviors after my dumping him and all. We're actually talking on the phone more (no more text message sporadic marathons). Maybe it's because I'm dating more people now I don't place a lot of expectations on him or anything, and that's good news.
I'm learning that the more unavailable people think you are, the more they try to win you. WHN knows about HBP and knows I like her. HBP knows about WHN and asks about him a lot, I think she might be jealous? LHAS is enamored with me because I'm outright with him about the fact that I'm dating the other two, plus him, plus there are a couple other guys on the periphery (when it rains, it pours!) and the other night he asked me who I was the most serious about, like it was a contest or something. Who AM I most serious about? Answer: Me.
I don't know what it is lately, all I have to say is that it is getting a little out of hand. I feel like the less I give a shit the more people are attracted to me. Trust me, I am not complaining or anything, I'm just curious about this process, and I'd like to figure out this attraction formula because maybe I could write some cult bestseller self-help book about it. "How to Get Everyone (and Not Love Anyone)."
Ouch! So jaded! But I don't care.
I want this perfume to work, dammit. One batch tastes good and smells good but is too sticky. One tastes good but smells too weak when diluted. One smells great but doesn't taste like anything. I know this can work. I could always sell a line of perfumes that smell like yummy treats, but no, I want the whole shebang (she bangs! she bangs!), dammit.
The past two days have been full of reading and learning and working on websites, blah blah blah, when am I going to be famous and rich already?
Another interesting thing I'm learning, more of an epiphany: I think I've always thought having money was bad. I realized that it's because my parents had a lot of money and they were selfish with it and it seemed to corrupt their characters. And the more money they got, the tighter they seemed to hold onto it. So every time I have a little money saved up, I have to spend it on something big rather than invest it or something because I'm afraid that if I have more and more money, I will get more and more selfish. THANK YOU, SUZE ORMAN, YOU CRAZY LADY! So now I'm going to get over that and get rich, because being rich isn't bad, although being a tightwad and not sending your kids to college while buying widescreen TVs and patio furniture and multiple cruises IS bad. The moral of the story: get rich, be nice, win.
Another rung surpassed on that great ladder to world domination!