dansquatch

I need a car. I'm waiting till February, after my birthday. Then I'm going out and hitting the local dealerships. I'm kinda scared to get back on the road afer my wreck, but I'm going to go completely fucking insane if I can't get out of my house. Insane or depressed, maybe both. I think I pissed off a chick friend last night, she said I was being mean to her while we were chatting. I was just speaking my mind. I referred to myself as a fuckup, and she's like, "No you're not." And I'm telling her she sounds like everybody else that doesn't know me that well and therefore wouldn't know if I was or not, and to make no mistake, I am a card carrying fuckup. Then we were discussing a friend of mine, and I was saying I know why I'm single, but I don't get what's with him. Sh's like "Why are you single? I can't figure it out. And believe me I've thought about it." My response is: "Um...That's kinda weird." Cuz frankly, I think it is. Not creepy weird, but odd weird. So I guess I'm mean. Whatever. I don't really care.