jackrabbitslimm

So here I am fresh member of Suicide Girls. What to say? What to say? I'm feeling quite emo lately. I'm recently single and not enjoying it. Honestly I'm one of those "shy around the cute girl" types which makes the recovery process far from easy. I'm a bit too intellegent for my own good as far as it causes me to overthink just about every move i'd make to the point where I freeze up and don't make any moves at all. Its the curse of self-consicousness.
If I could just come across a rad busty femme with a panchate for tattoos who loves lounging around watching movies I'm sure I'd forget about the dreaded ex-fiancee'. But school isn't keeping me interested enough to keep myself from listening to sad song in my Itunes.
This period of mourning is far from attractive to both myself and the rest of the world at large. Shit like this goes away eventually, its usually the next woman down the line that seems to snap you out of the self-pity shittyness of a breakup.
So I'm here in Minneapolis, newish to the city, well, I've been here 9 months or so. Living alone in a new apartment. I know almost no one here, just a few people I work at the movie theater with and my bud from home who is moving to San Deigo at the end of the month. I go out to the Triple Rock and a few local watering holes but not too much else to do I suppose.
I feel like I'm living in a B-Side to a "Pinkerton" era Weezer song.
I am absolutely Rob Gordon from High Fidelity minus owning my own record shop.