Slightly Psychic Paper…

Aperture Need,
She’s cute, because she is,
For the good of all the boys…except the ones that are gay…
-Xano

So things have been interesting in the last 72.

Sat: I came to the realization that I’m not cool with this whole serious relationship thing with Sasquatch. Being at Busch Gardens kind of clicked it all into place, as I watched every couple combination that the Heavens could possibly imagine kissing and cuddling and ooh-ing and ahh-ing. As Freedom agreed, seeing people do cutesy things when you cannot makes you want to stab them. A lot. Anyhow this planted the notorious “Seed of Doubt”. And so I began to mull.

Sun: Slept. All day. Seriously. Well except for a 2 hour period in which I woke up, got a waffle, retrieved my new parking decal, attached my license plates and then went back to sleep.

Mon: I wake up in a fantastic mood. Could be all the sleep I got the day before. Who knows? I send cute and endearing messages to Sasquatch. I get nothing back.

Get to work; the day is looking pretty good. Boss is in a good mood and I actually start to accomplish a lot. Still nothing from Sasquatch. Now, he has professed his love to me for the past 3 weeks, which in and of itself is creepy and a little presumptuous since he’s only seen me once in the past 3 weeks. So I figure someone who loves me so desperately, could at least send me a smiley face or something.

As we all know, Bitches love smiley faces.

By noon I’ve spoken with my counsel and it has been decided. Sasquatch and I are parting ways. I need attention and he has no time to give it. It’s not that he’s a bad guy, just a busy one.

Anyhow, on the way home Freedom and I talk about the issues at hand and decide that I am too young and cute to be tied down with someone who makes me wait around all the time with pretty much nothing to show for it. I put in the text that we need to “talk” and through a series of texts and a very short phone call where he hangs up on me (>.>) the relationship is over. Now I feel bad because I had to hurt someone’s feelings.

To combat feeling bad I decide that I will take GDub up on his offer of drinking and movie watching. Half a bottle of Goslings and three eps of X-Men later, I’m smashed and it’s time for me to sleep it off.

I wake up at 6 a.m. on the bloody dot. I contemplate going back to sleep but realize that I feel like crap and so I cannot. I leave the sleeping GDub and take Arcci to work.

Upon getting out of my car, around 6.30 a.m. I’m hit on by a homeless man. Within 5 minutes, I’m hit on by a wandering youth as I enter my building.

I see my reflection in the elevator as I ride up, and honestly I wouldn’t fuck me. But hey, maybe purple hair sticking up at odd angles and a haggard expression is just what the mens are looking for.