amitabha

Dear Seattle,

I both love and hate you. You have a sick fucking sense of humor. Every time we see each other, you show me why I love you, and yet you send me away with the feeling like I'm meant to live with you despite the fact that I don't think we're right for each other. Please stop sending me mixed signals.

-Amitabha



I got hit on last night more times than I ever have been in my whole life, by boys and girls. At one point I got attacked by a tribe of girls that were part of a bachelorette party, surrounded and given this:



while the bride-to-be proceeded to pose for a photo with me. I fled the dance floor immediately afterwards to hide in the shadows and laugh with my friend Keving, who was making fun of me the whole time. I swear, every time I go up to Seattle for a party I end up coming home feeling really good, and really frustrated.
And then I woke up to this horoscope on my phone:

"You'll want to dance all night or all through the weekend ahead when you cross paths with the perfect partner." Interesting.