Why the hell does this stupid cat insist on knocking stuff over all the time!? Especially potted plants or flowers in water-filled vases!!! He's spilled my flowers 3 times today and I've scolded him every time, but it doesn't work. So I just lost my temper and smacked him. I feel kind of bad. But he is SO damn annoying!!! EVIL STUPID CAT!!!!!! 
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Anyway, yeah, those flowers are from this guy who comes into the restaurant w/ his family all the time. I've actually known him since kindergarten. He's nice, but not too bright or attractive. (It's shallow, but having a mutual physical attraction is a big thing for me.) Well, apparently he found out that John and I broke up, so he comes in and says all slyly that he has a "get well present" for me. So he hands me this big bouquet of red roses in a glass vase w/ a pink ribbon on it. I didn't know what to say. Well, I knew what I wanted to say, which was "Ur trying waaay too hard, dude!", but instead I just thanked him and said it was very thoughtful. So then he asks me to go to a movie. WHAT. I was like, uh..."I'm trying to take time for myself and I'm not dating and I'm not ready for anything new" and basically freaked out. So he was all, "Well, when u are, let me know." Again, slyly. Then he WINKS, and walks out. Like he thinks that he was just all smoothe and the reason I didn't know what to say was because I was overwhelmed w/ his coolness. Man oh man, what is this? Is this what it's like to be single? If so, it's kinda creepy. I don't like being "pursued" unless I pursue first. Yuck.
You know who sucks?? My ex. Because I miss him and I still love him, even though he's a lying, unreliable piece of shit. I especially miss him when he stops calling me and sounds so informal when I do talk to him. Lately he's ended every conversation with, "Well, thanks for calling. It was nice talking to u." As if I had just called for an interview or something. I don't care if it hurts to know and admit that there are still feelings between us; it hurts more to be talked to as if all those feelings have dissappeared in a matter of weeks. As if everything we fought for and cherished is dead, not still burning and breathing in me like an injured animal fighting for life. I just hate thinking that I'm the only one who feels this way, that I'm foolish for feeling this way, that I'm alone. I hate feeling embarrassed and ashamed when I talk to him and still want to say "I love you, we can work this out," and he talks to me as if I'm just some passing acquaintance he knew once upon a time. It's so cold and strerile, his voice. Why can't I be that way? Why do I have to be the one who hurts?
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Anyway, yeah, those flowers are from this guy who comes into the restaurant w/ his family all the time. I've actually known him since kindergarten. He's nice, but not too bright or attractive. (It's shallow, but having a mutual physical attraction is a big thing for me.) Well, apparently he found out that John and I broke up, so he comes in and says all slyly that he has a "get well present" for me. So he hands me this big bouquet of red roses in a glass vase w/ a pink ribbon on it. I didn't know what to say. Well, I knew what I wanted to say, which was "Ur trying waaay too hard, dude!", but instead I just thanked him and said it was very thoughtful. So then he asks me to go to a movie. WHAT. I was like, uh..."I'm trying to take time for myself and I'm not dating and I'm not ready for anything new" and basically freaked out. So he was all, "Well, when u are, let me know." Again, slyly. Then he WINKS, and walks out. Like he thinks that he was just all smoothe and the reason I didn't know what to say was because I was overwhelmed w/ his coolness. Man oh man, what is this? Is this what it's like to be single? If so, it's kinda creepy. I don't like being "pursued" unless I pursue first. Yuck.
You know who sucks?? My ex. Because I miss him and I still love him, even though he's a lying, unreliable piece of shit. I especially miss him when he stops calling me and sounds so informal when I do talk to him. Lately he's ended every conversation with, "Well, thanks for calling. It was nice talking to u." As if I had just called for an interview or something. I don't care if it hurts to know and admit that there are still feelings between us; it hurts more to be talked to as if all those feelings have dissappeared in a matter of weeks. As if everything we fought for and cherished is dead, not still burning and breathing in me like an injured animal fighting for life. I just hate thinking that I'm the only one who feels this way, that I'm foolish for feeling this way, that I'm alone. I hate feeling embarrassed and ashamed when I talk to him and still want to say "I love you, we can work this out," and he talks to me as if I'm just some passing acquaintance he knew once upon a time. It's so cold and strerile, his voice. Why can't I be that way? Why do I have to be the one who hurts?
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iyce:
hey thanks girlie 
ilovemikehunt:
awww thank you!