Wanker

Ah, so much has happened this past month. I broke it off with my boyfriend but we are still living together. And although he's having a case of 'you don't know what you got til it's gone', it seems to be working out alright with a few bumps here and there. We really are best friends and we both know our relationship makes more sense as just friends. I was even able to talk with him about my first failed attempt at dating again.

I met this dude who seemed really interested in me. He would hover around me constantly and stare at me and make attempts to understand some of the random bizarre shit that comes out of my mouth for my own personal entertainment. We went out a few times and even had a strangely romantic make-out session in the middle of a downtown street late one night. Then I didn't see him for three days. He tells me he wants to talk to me about something, nothing bad. So I meet him for a St. Patrick's Day party and while we're on the bus he tells me how much he enjoys talking with me and all that bullshit. Then he tells me that he started dating coffee shop girl in those three days but he doesn't want things to be weird between us. Then, this is the one that makes me want to laugh in his face, he tells me how beautiful I am, and then he kindof shivers to himself to emphasize his belief in my beauty. Like it's some sort of consolation prize. I didn't choose you but buck up, I think you're gorgeous. Yeah, suck a fart outta my asshole, ya wanker. You go be happy with your safe, linear coffee shop girl, I have better things to do then ponder my rank on your hotness scale. Ppfffft.

Now I'm starting to make plans to get the rest of my back tattooed. I've had plans for a full back tattoo for about 4 years now. I have one between my shoulder blades that I want to expand on to cover my entire back and spill out over my hips and around my ribs. Maybe then I'll learn to walk in heels and apply to be a Suicide Girl. You know, since I'm so fucking beautiful. What a knob.