January 2009
44 posts
“So Descartes enters a bar and orders a drink. He says, “Hey bartender,...”
– lol. via my friend, P.
me: i know. everyone says to just move on. forget about him. move on... blah blah blah
P: dont listen to everyone. only you can figure it out
me: you told me to move on too. and you're my life coach
P: yeah well dont listen to me
me: i figure general consensus must be right
P: my 30 year old friend told me the one thing that is different from her now and her when she was 20, was that now she knows nothing is as big of a deal as it seems that piece of advice really means a lot to me
me: what about.... divorce? or death?
P: so if i were you (and im not you), try to realize everything is not a big deal life goes on even divorce
me: stock market? proverty? losing a limb? carrie and that ugly bird hat?
P: only sex and the city is a big deal. nothing else
me: yeah, everything is real big deal to that girl... on this episode of sex and the city... carrie spills milk and blames big. then goes and cries about it
P: exactly dont be carrie
today
Nothing better than some Ryan Gosling + book swapping….
….except maybe not getting stood up by bearded scientist jerks.
Wow. This girl just got stood up by a 28 year old scientist. This guy didn’t even have the balls to tell me that he was done with me. Four weeks of stringing me along and this is what I get? What exactly did I do to deserve five months of assholes?
the internet is so boring.
But I saw him yesterday. He made a huge effort to come to my side of Brooklyn even though it was freezing, and he could only stay a few hours. Mum was the word on the events of last week… and especially the girl. The only thing alluding to it was that he said he didn’t know that I smoked. To be honest, I gave it a few days and decided I was being too serious about it. He’s not my...
Dirty Laundry
Oh what trouble boys are.
After suffering complete silence from Brian last week, we finally exchanged a few emails sometime last Thursday. Of course he gave me the old excuse that he was sick and even so he was booked for the weekend… whatever that meant.
Being paranoid and crazy, I jumped to conclusions faster than a flammable item being lit. I left him alone, determined that it was...
Burrr… the heater broke and my apartment is soo cold. Of course, I called my landlord asap to only see him arrive confused and helpless. Why doesn’t he hire a real electrician to fix the thermostat? Jerk.
“Happiness for a reason is a form of misery because the reason can be taken away...”
– Vedanta teachings (via skysignal) (via amandoline) (via claudia)
Things are tough.
I had a harsh weekend. I may air out my dirty laundry when I feel less distroyed.
Some days I just make myself too crazy.
So, I have another date with Brian… but it’s on Monday. He made up some excuse that he was booked this weekend… whatever the hell that means, and in my crazy head it only equates to the possibility that he’s probably seeing someone else and will dump me within two weeks just like David did.
I really hope this isn’t history...
We should kiss
scout:
tikayiyay:
sleepanddream:
saintnate:
theforksarespooning:
in a park
under a tree
behind a bush
near a train
next to a cop
on top of a bridge
on a boat
while driving
while sky diving
standing in the Atlantic
standing in the Pacific
12. In my bed 13. In your bed 14. At the Grammys 15. At the Latin Grammys 16. At the Country Music Awards. 17. In the Sears Tower elevator....
shrug. oh well. i’m going to stop taking all of this so seriously.
Why are there so many people named Kevin?
hunsonisgroovy:
3 people in my political science class has the name Kevin and there are two people who I follow named Kevin. And then there’s Kevin Bacon…and Kevin Costner… and Kevin Rose… and Kevin Spacey.
I feel trapped.
I like it.
On a whim and since I had nothing better to do… I went on a date last night with some guy that works in marketing at a major book publication. Within the first two seconds, I knew I wasting my time. The poor guy was sweet and cute enough, but he just wasn’t my style. I guess you could say he was “too corporate”. However, he took a rather big liking to me, even trying to...
Dating Tips for Grown Ass Women: Part 5
aliwong:
Only date men 29 and up. If they’re younger than that, they generally haven’t been “trained” yet. Men younger than 29 are puppies. They don’t know to put the toilet seat down, they’re scared of having sex with you while you’re on you’re period, and they sleep on frisbees instead of real furniture.
A grown ass woman, should be with a grown ass man.
LOL
proceed with caution
Date two went well. At the last minute he texted me asking if I’d want to hang out with him and his friend. This, of course, caused a confusion in my brain that lasted for several minutes. WHAT? You want me to hang out and meet your friend, aka establishing potential girlfriend status? I mean, you don’t always have your best buddies meet some girl you’re not serious about…...
Peter Bjorn & John - Young Folks
You’re hardly ever in danger of being too sappy for me to handle. And I wouldn’t mind kissing you some more too. So I suppose we’ll figure out when to do that. :)
Oh, I hope so.
2009 already.
I feel obliged to say a few words about 2008 and start the new year fresh.
2008. You sure did bullshit me a lot in the face. Thanks. Seriously, though. A lot of good happened and a lot of bad happened. In a way, everything equaled out and I’m supremely thankful for that, but I’m really hoping that 2009 equates to more happiness rather than misery.
Great things that happened:
- My...
This boy is the cutest. I really can’t wait to see him again.
this boy is the cutest.
one time my friend and i skyped for three hours, but we only made eye contact twice since we were both painting. @ 1: 23 AM
wow. that sounds nice.. i wish i was painting.. instead i am stroking my beard and looking superintelligent.. @ 1: 23 AM
am i suppose to feel sorry for you? @ 1: 24 AM
New Tumblr Resolution
hunsonisgroovy:
I need to stop following people because they’re hot, and actually look at what they post.
I lol-ed so hard at this!