He showed up! AND we had a great time. Well, I had a great time. He may have just pretended he did because he noticed that I am one scary chickie who would kick his arse.
New problem though:
I am insecure!
And how could I not be? EVERY single guy I have ever dated has cheated on me. And not in the cool way, in the way that makes you feel small and ugly and insignificant. (See Cheater McFucknuts posts and anything..oh say....ever since I started this damn blog).
Yes I know, you've only been seeing him for a short time, just have fun and why worry?
Holy Crap! Have you people learned nothing about me? Worrying is what I do best! I took the gold in the Worry Olympics hosted by Madrid Spain back in 19 aught diggity 5.
Something that has been bothering me lately:
What on Gods freaking Earth is with those toe socks? I hate those things. They look uncomfortable and they only seem to come in the colour of 'annoying stripes'. Do toe socks somehow imply that our feet must be regarded in stripe form? Does it make them look thin? Or faster? Are you cool now because I can distinguish your baby toe from your "this piggy had none" toe? Oooooh baby oooooh. Thats so sexy...Let me..take off your sock..one toe...at ......a .......time...oooooooooh yeah. You like that? You dirty girl..........
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