sometimes i can be a nice person. like when i really want to tell you to go fuck yourself, but i don't because your grandpa just died. yeah, i'm really nice.
after 3 days of trying to get in touch with e and being ignored every time (my all-time favorite thing for a guy to do), i finally get a response after telling him i'm done and want my stuff back. gee how kind of you. and surprise, surprise he's pushing me away again. well this is the last time i'm putting up with this bullshit. i gave him what he asked for and it still was not enough. sorry i can't live up to your impossible standards. he's selfish and i don't need someone like that in my life. i got pretty pissed in a voicemail so i don't expect him to contact me anytime soon. not that i care. he can keep his ignoring and asshole attitude. beeotch.
i need a sign above my head that says, "if you're going to treat me like shit don't talk to me."
in other news, work is going great and i may or may not have already met a very awesome person, whose name on here may or may not be benjamin button...starting now.


here's the little difference with this one: i was laughing so hard last night that my stomach hurt and there was lots of embarrassing snorting. that is a big plus in my book.
humor and laughter is HUGE to me. it comes in a close tie with my number 1 (sex). i have to be able to laugh till i cry with the person i'm with. otherwise it gets boring. and i refuse to be boring.
another difference: he works as a mechanic for a bicycle team so he tends to be gone for days at a time. exhibit a: he is gone until sunday with the cyclists. plus, he's in a band. so he practices a lot. i'm ok with that though. at least it forces me to get things done.
also, i got my first birchbox yesterday. i didn't get to open it till today. talk about torture. i kinda expected more...but it is 10 bucks so i guess it'll do. sadly, the show stopper strips won't work for me due to the fact that my boobs are too gargantuan to wear dresses that are supposed to be worn braless.
i need a sign above my head that says, "if you're going to treat me like shit don't talk to me."
in other news, work is going great and i may or may not have already met a very awesome person, whose name on here may or may not be benjamin button...starting now.


here's the little difference with this one: i was laughing so hard last night that my stomach hurt and there was lots of embarrassing snorting. that is a big plus in my book.
humor and laughter is HUGE to me. it comes in a close tie with my number 1 (sex). i have to be able to laugh till i cry with the person i'm with. otherwise it gets boring. and i refuse to be boring.
another difference: he works as a mechanic for a bicycle team so he tends to be gone for days at a time. exhibit a: he is gone until sunday with the cyclists. plus, he's in a band. so he practices a lot. i'm ok with that though. at least it forces me to get things done.
also, i got my first birchbox yesterday. i didn't get to open it till today. talk about torture. i kinda expected more...but it is 10 bucks so i guess it'll do. sadly, the show stopper strips won't work for me due to the fact that my boobs are too gargantuan to wear dresses that are supposed to be worn braless.
i've already painted my nails with the color club nail polish. thank god they sent "age of aquarius" cause i probably would not have been down to use any other color. i have literally been so lazy about painting my nails that there are at least 3 colors under that teal. taking nail polish off is just such a tedious step. ugh.









Awww he looks cute! I approve! *STAMPS Benjamin Button WITH THE STAMP OF APPROVAL*
ReplyDelete@harley thank you! i was hoping for a stamp ha.
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