Now that I got the self-pity out of my system, I can honestly say I don’t care if homeskillet ever calls me or not. He was hanging all over me all throughout the movie, and we’d only just met that day, so. I think he was the creepy one. At any rate, I’m certainly not calling him, and I’m not afraid I’ll miss anything if I never hear from him again. Next!
However, I need to, I guess, retract my earlier statements. Or maybe not my statements, but my attitude. I made it all sound so serious. It’s not that serious. I’m not that hopeless, and I don’t sit around ruminating on this crap and writing depressing, emo blog entries about it. I waxed depressing about it because I thought I was supposed to, not because I thought it mattered. Then I laughed at myself, because I was completely ridiculous.
Listen, kids: Romance is not a race. You don't accrue Frequent Dater Miles with every swipe of your Love Card. You don't need to buy boyfriends in bulk.
Goodnight.
About Me
- Krista Michelle
- Not much to say. I work full-time at a marketing research firm. I complain like everyone else, but I like my job. When I'm at home, I read, watch movies, and cook. I spend some time here and there on my parents' treadmill in their basement. I'm extremely shy--bordering on anti-social--but I'd like to grow out of it. My life is boring. I think it goes back to the "bordering on anti-social" thing.
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