It's been a sucky day, is all.
I wonder, why is it always the case that, when I find a girl who is smart, funny, outgoing, seems to like me back and is certifiably gay, she has to live at least what would be a two hour ride away from me?
Also, why do all the best romances I've had have been virtual ones? Do I really suck that badly in real life? Am I that fucking dog that barks but doesn’t bite? Shit.