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Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Really?!

Let's continue with the dating chronicles from hell, shall we?

After some lamenting one evening Jeb told me not to jump out of the pool just yet as I had only recently gotten in. I informed him someone shit in the pool.

So, I still have not heard from A and as such I have officially written him off.

The date with C never occurred. After much talking I get (and yes it is a direct quote) "I like you. I like your humor and your outlook." Yay! Wait, it gets better. Then I get the whole "he doesn't have time for dating" line. Fuck. Off. Really?!

B, which we never really discussed, can lick my overly white ass. He was determined to tell me what I was thinking and how I was living my life. Yeah, I would have pushed him in front of a bus.

Now we are on to D. We have a date tomorrow. I don't want to get my hopes up, but he's a fairly awesome guy. He actually gets my sense of humor. He goes with it. My weird little stories? He adds to them! I figure at the very least we will be friends.

But I digress. This dating thing sucks festering donkey cock. People tell me all the time that it is fun. I have yet to see it.

Let's move on to how the year has progressed thus far shall we? It has been pretty fucking awesome. I certainly can't complain all that much.

This past weekend I was the recipient of my first ever, honest to goodness backstage pass. No, I didn't have to use oral abilities you ingrates. A friend did an interview for her column and we ended up with the passes when we thought she was just getting tickets.

Later that evening we ventured to downtown to support a DJ friend of ours hosting a goth night. Talk about turd in a punchbowl. That was me. I love how groups such as goths or punks or whatever bitch about people that judge them, yet they do the exact same fucking thing. We walked in & all eyes were on us. Like we were fucking spies. Then when our friend greeted us I felt the eyeballs ease.

While sitting there talking to another friend we got on the subject of the bags and such that I make. After showing him pictures of one that I did he offered me gallery space to vendor at a local monthly event. I declined, but was told I will do it. Even if he has to work on me to get it done. Now I am a little freaked out, but I am my own toughest critic.

On top of all that, next week holds an impromptu mini-vacation to the beach. Technically it is to a music convention, but I agreed to go and use a free room I have based on me getting to visit my beach. Agreement was made and I leave on Thursday morning. I am giddy. Plus, I get to show my friend who has never been there around. Who knows, maybe I'll even be able to meet up with Jeb and my other friend that's down there. Fingers crossed people. NOW! Thanks. I knew I could count on you.


Posted at 11:28 am by Zombie

 

File under: *squee*, Adventures, I <3 the beach, Men..wait, boys, No, I don't care who you are, No, I don't like you, OK, I might care who you are, Vegas...errr... hell

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