It's been such a long time since I had real full-on CONTACT with another human being. That is my G-Rated version of how I would actually prefer to express myself. But with the knowledge that any day now my loving parents may grace my blog site with their presence I am beginning to edit (ever-so-slightly) my stories here. But don't fret...there are many tales to still be told.
They say that curiosity killed the cat, but then again, cats have nine fucking lives.
I made profiles again. On "those-sites-whose-names-not-be-spoken" out of my raging curiosity. I can't stand not knowing if I am missing out on something great. As it turns out; 2 hours (and counting) of being logged on is telling me I am not.
In that time span I have had 2 people shut me down once they saw my pictures. I have received one angry email after deleting the first one (indicating my lack of interest to begin with). I am out $30 because it is the only way it is actually worth being on the site anyhow, and now I am no better off than when I was forced to ONLY write on my blog (which didn't encourage, or stimulate me as much as actually having access to the sites has obviously turned out to give me).
After getting 3 and a half (IF THAT) hours of sleep last night and after working (no exaggeration) from 9AM to 9PM ((twas a GREAT day at work for me btw)) I am TOTALLY WORN OUT! But when I got home I couldn't help but feel so inspired as to venture out on the town. The tiresome woes got the best of me and after a 45 minute hot shower against my back I opted to stay home instead. A little wave of depression always falls over me instantly when I realize that I am staying in, yet again (and alone). I always wonder what I am missing. I always think of who I may meet if I were to muster up the strength to wander out and about on this town and yet the funny thing is that I already know the answer. I would throw myself upon this one and that one, and yet when I got home that night I would get that same overwhelming sadness either way.
That episode of Sex and the City plays out in my head OVER AND OVER again...when Charlotte expresses her frustration, "WHERE IS HE?" She talks about how frustrated she is because she has been the one of all the girls that has so actively sought after a relationship and yet for whatever reasons (Trey's limp dick) has NOT found them.
WHERE IS HE!!!!
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