is there some kind of sign on my head that says "Stand Me Up, Toss Me Aside, I'm Not Really That Important"? i swear to God, this is getting old. #7 is being a flake, and i'm about ready to retire for the night. studying while waiting for an e-mail... feels like old times, except this time the e-mail means i can get up and meet someone.
UPDATE: got the e-mail.
UPDATE: fuck all gay men. stood up yet again. hate this. i think i'm just going to bang fat, ugly chicks from now on just to spite floosie queers.
i am slow. very slow. i didn't realize these two classmates of mine were bumping uglies for a long long time until i was told tonight. i flipped. she could do sooooo much better. i didn't realize the reason my shower won't drain like it used to is because my housemate probably jacks off in the shower. (either that or all his damn Asian hair clogs the drain.) i didn't realize that people blocked me on FB until i did it to some of my more annoying friends... and then i realized that i was wrong, the reason some of my friends never have anything new posted isn't because they never do anything, it's because they blocked me from seeing nearly everything on their page. i didn't realize that there is still someone reading this blog... someone that gets mentioned in it regularly. i am not sure what to do about that. i think i will do nothing. i am not an advocate of hiding anything, and i need to get over what did and didn't happen.
but damn, i'm slow...
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