Laughing All The Way

Friday, October 07, 2005

You don’t want to get home and start crying…

because you haven’t taken your anti-depressants all weekend

Sorry for the lack of shit on here, been busy.

Note the short choppy sentences.

I was on the T last night, the girl sitting next to you received the cutest text message: “Alyssa, someone loves you.” (I think her name was Alyssa, I couldn’t see that side of the screen.) I want someone to send me texts like that (are you reading this Caz? You have my number; I expect texts immediately).

I signed up for another dating service. Why you ask? I hate being bored. And a girl’s got to eat. So more rounds of dates are coming for your reading pleasure.

I am seeing an apartment tonight, three tomorrow and hopefully four on Monday (thanks for the day off Christopher Columbus). If I haven’t secured the (perfect) new place by Tuesday I am going to cry. I hate apartment hunting. It’s no fun.

A blog has disappeared. Mermaid girl’s space is gone; if anyone has any idea what happened let me know.

Normal guy has gone the way of so many before him (down on me and out the door) and it saddens me because he was so great (normal). I guess I have not hit the golden ratio (a commonly accepted theory amongst my female friends is that there is a 10:1 ratio of bad to good. So if you have 10 bad relationships, your next will be good. For the outliers, a really bad relationship may count as three or four, meaning that the good relationship will come as number 7. And of course there are people who are blissfully happy in their first relationship, well then the rest of us have to pick up the slack) and so I will keep dating (hence the dating service).

Um, I need to stop writing parenthetically. It’s just that I speak in that manner, I love asides and digressions, but it makes for confusing writing. I am not going to edit back, but going forward, I will endeavor to stop the habit.

I just lied to you (there is no way I could break that habit).