i get your point, dude. i can't even figure out change for the bus.

if things are weird between us, it is your doing.
don't pretend otherwise.
you are so consumed by your own insecurities that you fail to see that i have been nothing but supportive of you.
take a look at the decisions you've made and all the things you've said and truthfully tell me that you don't have a severe problem.


in other less darkly depressing news, work is tiring and i've just been home crashed out on the bed from exhaustion. thus the absence from all things nightlife related. i haven't had a drink in two weeks. usually a cause for celebration as that means less beer = losing weight/reduction of beer belly. if i hadn't been eating my ass off at work. i'm pretty sure the weight gain isn't from all the muscle.

woke up this morning to the wonderful sight of jellybean pawing me in a bid to wake me up. baby actually wanted to tell me she poo-ed on my sheets. right on the spot where my foot was buried in. i've never been shat on before. after throwing said poo-ing kitten out, i discovered even more poo on the floor next to the window. i actually woke up to the smell of shit in the morning.

late i know, but i've started watching gossip girl. i feel an overwhelming connection to dan humphrey. i feel he may be my soulmate.

i'm gonna xo xo on out of here.

gonna spend some time with peebee in his dungeon of torture. not so kinky.