Just got back from NYC.
I heart NYC. But, maybe NOVA is home. Hipsters. Again. Not for me.
Can I please vent about the following... Don't makeout with me and then never call me again. What are we ... 20? No. I never did that anyways; however, I really just don't care. I'm not one of those girls that takes things really personally and holds grudges. Though perhaps this is an indication of a lack of feeling on my part. I've wondered recently if I have just a general lack of emotion.
Okay, no more really personal information. And I'm really sick of being single. What am I looking for? The answer is this -- I'm looking for a mentor (right, Kate?). And he can't be a jackass. I decided "jackass" is an appropriate term only after KTKKC introduced me to it. I didn't grow up with this term, nor know I could use it. I guess I've decided I can, and it's perhaps perfect word choice.
And, also? I'm going younger. The older they are, the weirder they are.
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KTKKC, your comment was deleted, because I deleted the post, but it's back now. And, I love you.
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