let's complain some more.

my last post I said I was going on a date.
I did.
he was fucking BORING.

and then my roommate told me she is attracted to me.
and then my friend asked me if I wanted to make out when I asked if he wanted to play guitar with me.
then he asked for a hand job.
WHO THE FUCK ASKS FOR A HAND JOB?
thennn, I got flirted with at powell's by a boy who reads all the same books as me and goes to all the same places as me and wore glasses [bonus points] and had very lovely hair and a cute sweater-
but!
he was so shy.
and I feel like
I look for EVERY
POSSIBLE
THING
not to like about someone.
the minute they say something like, "ha, yeah, um, I like that.. too." I just shut them out.

there was the guy at the show a few weeks back.
months? I don't know.
he was into my tattoo and guitar playing and blahdy blah, but then I hear him say
"DUDE, there are SO MANY titties in this room!"
ugh.

I never called the boring guy again. in fact, I ignored his calls.
he sent a text that said "how R U?" no. never, ever.
I walked away from the guy in powell's, but to be fair, I was hopped up on cough syrup.
from being sick.

and every other person that has even mildly hit on me
I find something wrong with them.

I just don't feel like wasting my time.

I also guess I feel like being miserable sometimes.
I don't know.
fuck this.
I'm angry.
and sick.
and I have a new tattoo.
but it is pretty sweet.

that's all.