i’ve never really had a successful blog before, i’m not sure if it’s possible for me to.

Here goes:

If this comes off as somewhat random, it probably is. I’m a self-admitted “Narcissistic Type-A” personality with enough ADHD to make even your seven year old brother envious.

I got cable today and watched Daisy of Love for the first time.

Thoughts: I love London

I hate Daisy

…this generally sums up her demeanor throughout the show give or take a few IQ points (mainly take)

and uh what the fuck “12 Pack?” I saw you on I Love New York. Can you please respect your “one trashy reality television show a century” limit and stop riding on VH1’s coattails? You’re desperate. I’m not into it.

on another unrelated note: A guy who I guess you could say for all intent and purposes decided today that he couldn’t entertain the idea of dating because he has decided to give his ex-fiance a second chance. Apparently, there was some sort of disconnect between them, his ex-fiance proceeded to say he made a huge mistake and there I was, out in the cold.

Here is the facebook message I was left with because I guess a phone call would be asking too much:

“i just wanted you to know that i got back together with my ex-boyf/fiance/etc. after he coated the entire outside of a public structure with the words “you have bewitched my body and soul and i will always love you” and told me to come back. I’m not saying I’m going back to him without hesistancy after he was a complete douche, but I do believe that people deserve second chances and so I’m giving it to him. CLEARLY you are still going to be a good friend of mine, and would like our relationship to grow in a friendship way. That being said I need for you to respectfully give me space right now. i want to be fair to him, and truly give him a chance. i still want to talk, and you’re a great guy, but i wanted to tell you so you didnt think I was a total douche.

all :)”

this leads me to an important point:

WHO DOESN’T HAVE BAGGAGE?—-I guess when relationships come back from the grave, it doesn’t matter who gets hurt in pursuit of serving your own self-interest.

Needless to say, I spent a good part of the morning a wreck, but I should have expected it.

My roommate is gone tonight but maybe Alix will come and keep me company.

I’ve spent 22 years alone. Here’s to another 22.