You know it's going to be just another day when...
Just another day in the life....Besides, not like life has gotten any *easier* since then.......I thank
karadurzero,
imonkey50 and
grendies for helping me get through my crisis, but just to let people know: I'm still recovering from this. It's not easy.
Pattern I've noticed: In the last 5 years of my life, I've had relationships crash right before a major con that affected my behavior during said convention. Hitting on those older or younger than me the entire weekend. Getting phone numbers, calling them 3 weeks later and somehow losing their phone numbers after that. Just royal suckage.
You are not going to completly understand my reasons for writing what I have. You do not need to understand my reasons for my babbling that doesn't make any sense. You do not need to give a damn about what I'm doing in my spare time, because it's the same nightmare: listening to music I've heard 20 times through until I can transfer the rest of my collection to .wma format.
Guess that's it for now. Bleah.
- the first thing on your mind is waking up
- the sun shines brightly through your window (regardless of if you have curtains/blankets to block out the sun)
- you know you're going to have to somehow deal with the fact that your ex-girlfriend will be on campus and haven't completly gotten over her yet
- you know your life will not change by having chocolate
Just another day in the life....Besides, not like life has gotten any *easier* since then.......I thank
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Pattern I've noticed: In the last 5 years of my life, I've had relationships crash right before a major con that affected my behavior during said convention. Hitting on those older or younger than me the entire weekend. Getting phone numbers, calling them 3 weeks later and somehow losing their phone numbers after that. Just royal suckage.
You are not going to completly understand my reasons for writing what I have. You do not need to understand my reasons for my babbling that doesn't make any sense. You do not need to give a damn about what I'm doing in my spare time, because it's the same nightmare: listening to music I've heard 20 times through until I can transfer the rest of my collection to .wma format.
Guess that's it for now. Bleah.