Frig, Frig, Friggity FRIG!
What the hell is WRONG With ME?? WHY AM I SABOTAGING MYSELF???
SO yeah, a couple of blogs ago I was all self-pitying and stuff thinking that I had scared off "he-who-shall-remain-nameless-for-the-time-being" by just being plain WEIRD. Because I am good at that. being weird that is. Well anyway, I guess I was being paranoid or something he's talking to me again. Chalk it up to the fact that people get busy, right? Right. so its all good, and I can once again work up my nerve to ask for some sort of coffee date or something right, which I would have done were it not for lack of time last time we spoke. So all is right with the world again.
Now I have done something that is just so RIDICULOUS that he's gonna end up thinking I am not only WEIRD, but some kind of disorganized schizophrenic (that's an actual type of schizophrenic, it doesn't mean schizophrenic in need of a day planner). A harmless one mind you, but he's gonna think I seriously need some psychiatric help, possibly medication as well.
I'm not gonna get into the nitty-gritty details in order to protect the innocent (i.e. ME) but lets just say once again, I thought i was being funny, and in light of new details I have learned, my attempt at humour is going to sound like I am just completely insane.
I have no idea how to make things right.
oh yeah, did I mention .... FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!