Never is a Promise

Well that was.. fuckin odd. I'm into you but I cant work around your schedule and I dont feel that your that into me.


Duh!

Whatever dude, it was like hanging out with one of my good friends, you didnt want to do all that "first date" stuff, nor did you ever laugh at anything. So what ever. WHATEVER. He was cute'ish, 37 and divorced. But whatever.

I told you honestly I'm just looking for people to hang out with right now. But you were so focused that I wrote back to 4 other guys on my CL ad. Whatever. WHATEVER!

I'm having my first drink home in a while. I stopped drinking at home cause it wasnt doing me any good. It was time for me to start "sleeping alone" in that sense. And it was tough. I woke up plenty of times wondering where...I was, where..ah..

Tonights friday night. Tomorrow is Thursday, I hope to get things done on my weekend.

I'm having a drink at home tonight. Oh.. I havent eaten anythign but a small handfull of pringles at work since "lunch" at 3pm. So I'm pretty smooshy.

I looked good tonight. Then again I look good all the time these days. I feel good, for the most part. I'm so glad its the weekend. And its my blog and i'm pretty fucked up so I'm just gonna say it.. I'm so horny. there. I said it. Happy?!

I heard a song tonight at work, Love is like oxygen.. aint that the truth. And I feel like I'm not getting either. I need love.

I need love bad.

eta: My perfect day for the weekend, would be sex, sleep, sex, sleep, laundry, sex, sleep, sex, drink, sex, sleep, sex, sleep. But we all know what its going to be like.
(for those not in the know.. eta is edited to add)