i'm pretty bored. i had the most boring day at work EVER. i forgot how lame ogunquit is when tourist season is over. i did, however, get 100 pages read in my book. i'm reading "killing yourself to live" by chuck klosterman. i highly recommend it, it's probably the funniest fucking book i've ever read in my life. nothing has ever made me laugh out loud before. it's great.
my rat has successfully chewed a hole in the cover of his cage. at this point, it's about the size of a quarter. i keep putting duct tape over it which he keeps chewing off. hopefully i'll have a chance to go buy a new cover for his cage before he can fit himself through the hole. otherwise, i fear my little rodent friend will be doomed, for my cat is absolutely obsessed with him and will surely eat him if she gets the chance. i need to go to the pet store to buy more bedding and food for him, and crickets for sifl and olly (my leopard geckos).
my foot is asleep right now. i had all of these intentions about hanging out with jess tonight. we havent really seen each other since saturday. she spent two nights in wells with her sister/friend, and the other nights it's either been her sister was staying here so i was hiding in my room, or i've been out til like 3 am at the strip club (heh).
my tattoo is all healed. i havent heard from jay in a long time. probably at least a week. yep, a week. i just checked my cell phone, the last text message i received from him was on 9/14. weird. he's probably dating someone. he does this. then, when that relationship doesnt work out (because either the girl is a total and utter moron, or she figures out that jay is an absolute basket case), he sends me some drunken text message about how he hates his life and he wants to die, thus guilting me into coming over. i hate exboyfriends. they're all so fucked up.
speaking of exboyfriends, the reason why i was out the other night til 3 am was because my first boyfriend EVER turned 21. i've known him for about 7 years now, and we dated for 2 (high school sweet-heart, and the taker of my virginity at 16. aww). we've remained friends since the breakup almost 4 years ago. he's a good kid. the only person i've ever dated that was at all close in age to me; the rest of them have been at least 6 years older then me (what can i say, i like em a little older. heh). (girls, on the other hand are a different story. HA!) ANYWAY, his brother and his brother's best friend (both of whom used to be straightedge and who i havent hung out with since they BROKE edge like 2 years ago) came up to portland to hang out and drink. we had some stiff ones at amigos, then decided it was a perfect night to go to the strip club. a hilarious series of events followed, but they're only really funny if you know the people who i'm talking about, so i'll digress.
my exboyfriend is kinda crazy. in fact, all of my exboyfriends are crazy. and i'm fully aware of this fact before, during, and after we date. for some reason i'm ultimately only attracted to people who are either: completely and utterly insane, or people who will be completely destructive to me. if the person does not fit into this category, for some reason i have not been able to convince myself that they're interesting enough to keep around me. which is probably why i havent been on a date since december. you know, i hadnt realized that i havent been on a date since december til i actually wrote that. DECEMBER. that's pathetic. the last person to take me out on a date was jay. that's pretty depressing. i initially wrote horrifying, but it's not scary, it's just really, really sad.
man. i'm lonely. and this post has rambled on and on and on. i'm going to go now. but i'll leave you with this:
i'm a fucking babe.
my rat has successfully chewed a hole in the cover of his cage. at this point, it's about the size of a quarter. i keep putting duct tape over it which he keeps chewing off. hopefully i'll have a chance to go buy a new cover for his cage before he can fit himself through the hole. otherwise, i fear my little rodent friend will be doomed, for my cat is absolutely obsessed with him and will surely eat him if she gets the chance. i need to go to the pet store to buy more bedding and food for him, and crickets for sifl and olly (my leopard geckos).
my foot is asleep right now. i had all of these intentions about hanging out with jess tonight. we havent really seen each other since saturday. she spent two nights in wells with her sister/friend, and the other nights it's either been her sister was staying here so i was hiding in my room, or i've been out til like 3 am at the strip club (heh).
my tattoo is all healed. i havent heard from jay in a long time. probably at least a week. yep, a week. i just checked my cell phone, the last text message i received from him was on 9/14. weird. he's probably dating someone. he does this. then, when that relationship doesnt work out (because either the girl is a total and utter moron, or she figures out that jay is an absolute basket case), he sends me some drunken text message about how he hates his life and he wants to die, thus guilting me into coming over. i hate exboyfriends. they're all so fucked up.
speaking of exboyfriends, the reason why i was out the other night til 3 am was because my first boyfriend EVER turned 21. i've known him for about 7 years now, and we dated for 2 (high school sweet-heart, and the taker of my virginity at 16. aww). we've remained friends since the breakup almost 4 years ago. he's a good kid. the only person i've ever dated that was at all close in age to me; the rest of them have been at least 6 years older then me (what can i say, i like em a little older. heh). (girls, on the other hand are a different story. HA!) ANYWAY, his brother and his brother's best friend (both of whom used to be straightedge and who i havent hung out with since they BROKE edge like 2 years ago) came up to portland to hang out and drink. we had some stiff ones at amigos, then decided it was a perfect night to go to the strip club. a hilarious series of events followed, but they're only really funny if you know the people who i'm talking about, so i'll digress.
my exboyfriend is kinda crazy. in fact, all of my exboyfriends are crazy. and i'm fully aware of this fact before, during, and after we date. for some reason i'm ultimately only attracted to people who are either: completely and utterly insane, or people who will be completely destructive to me. if the person does not fit into this category, for some reason i have not been able to convince myself that they're interesting enough to keep around me. which is probably why i havent been on a date since december. you know, i hadnt realized that i havent been on a date since december til i actually wrote that. DECEMBER. that's pathetic. the last person to take me out on a date was jay. that's pretty depressing. i initially wrote horrifying, but it's not scary, it's just really, really sad.
man. i'm lonely. and this post has rambled on and on and on. i'm going to go now. but i'll leave you with this:
i'm a fucking babe.
I want to be your future ex frog.
Chat with me on AIM.
FrenchFrogSuicid
or Emai me, I'll reply
It's forbidden to be bored when you're a smart cutie
you are just beautiful