We don't talk about quickies.

I'm not drunk this time. I promise. If I was I'd tell you. Yes I would. Don't fucking argue with me! Fuck.


Days after my last blog (If you missed it, I went on and on about how stupid I was for dating someone.. but I really fucking like him and he really fucking likes me and bla bla bla) I realized I actually WAS pretty stupid. At least I sure felt like it. I hate to even admit it.. but I was foiled! What the fuck? Why does this keep happening?

I'll tell ya.


I don't have a fucking clue. I'm not going to pretend like I do. I can have a theory or two, or seven, or sixty five. It doesn't mean I have it figured out yet. Or.. that I ever will. It was very short, and early on therefore I'm certainly not heart broken.. I'm almost concerned as I haven't skipped a beat. But I do actually want to talk about this sillyness of what just happened to my love life. However, I will postpone until I can separate myself from it first, and take a look in. Really organize and focus my thoughts and try to get it out there.

This will be the shortest, least creative blog in my history.