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Sunday, August 16, 2009

Pardon Me

I believe I'm a magnet for the jackasses of the world. Everywhere I turn, they come out of obscurity and start talking to stupidity, trying to impress me and all that. Throwing out compliments every other sentence, thinking that's the way to get on my good side. It's nice but I can see through the crap, people. And most of it is crap.

I now have a strained friendship communication with Critic Boy. Maybe he gets it now. He gets the fact that I'm not a fan of his anymore.

But now I have to put up with some guy that I've met through another friend from high school..some guy I can't even remember his name and also a guy who claims we were high school sweethearts. I'm not sure I remember that part... hmm.

So the nameless guy..yeah. I have no idea who he is. But he pops up on messenger the other night, asking how I was and telling me how hot I looked in the recent pics I posted on myspace. I had no idea we were myspace friends. I really need to go through my friends list. Anyways, Nameless Guy goes on and on about how awesome I am..how smart I am..how pretty I am..blah, blah, blah. Thanks. It would be great to hear if I actually knew the guy and knew he meant it. This guy actually suggested for me to move into his house and work where he lives. He knows this great coffee shop he could get me a job at where all of the college hipsters hang out at..a place I could "blend in". The thing is, I don't want to blend in. I don't care to blend in. And I'm not about to go move in with some guy I don't even know. I'm smart, remember?

And now onto the supposed high school sweetheart. This guy is married. He has a son who is like... maybe a year old...maybe 2..I don't know. But yeah. When the girl left him last year, he called me crying about how he misses her and his son. How he wanted to be with them again. And so she took him back. Here comes him telling me how unhappy he is. How he sometimes thinks "what if" about me. What if things worked out between us. What if this and that. He said he misses me. I told him he shouldn't. He asked me if I thought what if about him. I told him no. He's married and I don't think what if about married men with families. Sorry, bud. Let it go.

Why me? Why can't I just conversate with a decent guy? Where are they? Does anybody know? If so..send him my way. Please. Just a nice cute rocker boy. Not too picky haha

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