Dingo Breakfast
A yawn, a leak, and a good look around.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Mars vs. Venus
aka Boobs vs. Penis.
I am willing to give him some credit. The genitalia alone can really make someone or break someone, I swear, but come. on.
"I forgot to tell you how cute you looked in your costume today" should never be followed by "I wonder why so-and-so didn't come today; I think he wants to get into your pants". Mostly because the second statement is irrelevant given the little pitter-patter of hope the first comment instilled. Should he know better? I can hope so, but I can't presume that he understands how a comment like that would make me feel. Maybe a good bitch slap would have clarified, but then again, no... no, it may not have. Besides, I don't ever want him to stop making comments like that. Is it fair that I like him more and more every day and he is living in platonic-land? I don't know. But it's still my choice, I am still happy to just continue being me, solo and bitter (I'm kidding, I swear), in the meantime. That was always the plan, anyway, and I need this in order to figure out my next move in my brand new California life.
I'm still happier than I've ever been, but I feel I have to remind myself that it's okay to be happy. I don't have to think about all those things I did wrong before and I don't have to ask for forgiveness from these people, because to them, I've done nothing wrong. I mean, the occasional reminder to myself to not be a bitch is necessary. Care about others. Listen to other people's problems with the depth and sincerity that you would want and expect from them. It seems so simple and yet, I feel like I have to focus on it so hard to make sure it's working right.
I guess practice makes for socially retarded people, such as myself.
In other news, today was Santa Con, which is this ridiculously extraordinary extravaganza and gathering of 1,000+ Santas in SF for a giant bar crawl. As you can see, it's 10:00pm or so and yes, I am home, watching Legends of the Fall like a good Catholic (or something) girl. Post alcohol-intake. Good. God. Photos coming soon. Oh, and in case you forgot, I looked really cute today, so really, check back for pictures.
I am willing to give him some credit. The genitalia alone can really make someone or break someone, I swear, but come. on.
"I forgot to tell you how cute you looked in your costume today" should never be followed by "I wonder why so-and-so didn't come today; I think he wants to get into your pants". Mostly because the second statement is irrelevant given the little pitter-patter of hope the first comment instilled. Should he know better? I can hope so, but I can't presume that he understands how a comment like that would make me feel. Maybe a good bitch slap would have clarified, but then again, no... no, it may not have. Besides, I don't ever want him to stop making comments like that. Is it fair that I like him more and more every day and he is living in platonic-land? I don't know. But it's still my choice, I am still happy to just continue being me, solo and bitter (I'm kidding, I swear), in the meantime. That was always the plan, anyway, and I need this in order to figure out my next move in my brand new California life.
I'm still happier than I've ever been, but I feel I have to remind myself that it's okay to be happy. I don't have to think about all those things I did wrong before and I don't have to ask for forgiveness from these people, because to them, I've done nothing wrong. I mean, the occasional reminder to myself to not be a bitch is necessary. Care about others. Listen to other people's problems with the depth and sincerity that you would want and expect from them. It seems so simple and yet, I feel like I have to focus on it so hard to make sure it's working right.
I guess practice makes for socially retarded people, such as myself.
In other news, today was Santa Con, which is this ridiculously extraordinary extravaganza and gathering of 1,000+ Santas in SF for a giant bar crawl. As you can see, it's 10:00pm or so and yes, I am home, watching Legends of the Fall like a good Catholic (or something) girl. Post alcohol-intake. Good. God. Photos coming soon. Oh, and in case you forgot, I looked really cute today, so really, check back for pictures.
Labels: alcohol, communication, friends, holiday stuff, Santa Con, weekend
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