I See How It Is

I realized something interesting a few moments ago: none of the guys who have asked me out had to deal with my shit when we were growing up (like, in middle school when I was an even bigger bitch/antisocial super-nerd than I am now- I know, it seems impossible, but it's true!). None of them. Here's the laundry list:

1. He's in the grade below me. We met through a friend. He's asked me out twice now.
2. He's in my grade, but he moved here in the middle of my freshman year. Technically, he hasn't asked me out, but according to a few folks, he has a thing for me.
3. Also in my grade, but this one moved here the summer before sophomore year.
4. The grade below me. Friend of a friend. First real relationship. Ended recently. 'Nuff said, I do believe.

Blargh. I see how it is. Bitches.

The Origin of My Decision to Give Up Relationships for Lent: A Poem

You say that you love me
Then you push me away
It's a gamble, so random
Your emotions that day

Why are people so crazy?
Why can't love be true?
All I want is some loving
Some loving from you

You used to give freely
Now it's from push and tug
Your obsession, your interest
You won't call it "Love."

Cat Farts

I have two cats: Robert and Bootsy. Bootsy does not fart- Robert (AKA Robbie) farts. A lot.

When Robert farts, it smells. A lot.