Fuck men. Fuck boys.

I feel sad. Annoyed.
I don't ask for much - just be honest with me. I seriously wasn't expecting him to not be sleeping with anyone else (I mean I was...), but just tell me. Don't let me hang out in your bar and have her try to befriend me!!

Seriously - this ALWAYS happens to me. I don't give the nice guys a chance and get messed around by the douchebags who, for some reason, I actually like.

No wonder I never even bother anymore - I know I'm going to be treate dlike shit anyway.

Still doesn't change the fact that I am sad today...

Hilarious

I was sitting at the bar last night and some random guy asked me if I was from London. Five times. Because you know that everybody who has a British accent comes from London. Then he proceeded to ask me if I knew Kate Moss to which I responded in my most sarcastic tone “Of course, she’s my best friend”. Next thing I know he’s whipped his crackberry out and shows me a text message that he’s just received from Kate Moss.

Riiiiight. I think his delusion went a little bit deeper than the amount of alcohol that he had been drinking.

Then again, I ended up not remembering how I got from Darkroom to Motorcity (the fifth time of the night). Actually, lets go back even further – I don’t remember how I got from Lit to Darkroom.
It was a good night. I think?

It dawned on me

yaaaay.
I am so fucking depressed right now you wouldn't believe it.
Sad. sad. sad.