crazydasaint

Since somebody actually asked, I got the wort dumping of my life. Pretty lame, yeah... I've never had anybody close to me die or anything, so the worst that ever happened was a dumping that I didn't see coming at all, with no explanation offered whatsoever, until two weeks later she finally told me she had fallen in love with a friend of mine... same friend who (get ready for some cheap irony!) invited me to the party where I'd met her.

Tada! Every year it means less to me. This year I couldn't even use it to gauge how long it's been since I so much as kissed a girl... that's nice. (previous dry spell: 3 years, 5 months. current dry spell: 7 months. 1 good week sandwiched in between them. Wonder how long I'll have to wait this time?)

I ended up working 2.5 hours overtime tonight, but I got free pizza and root beer out of the deal, so I'm not about to complain... Not like I have anything else to do with myself on a Friday night! (Except play with the cat until she finally stops whining for attention...)

Jeez, if you want action and excitement, go read bionicfemme's journal! All you'll ever get here is bone-dry self-pity...