You Don't Smoke. (Don't Even Want To)

So...I'm trying to avoid talking about my feelings here, mostly because I have 3 other blogs for that.

However, I am WICKED bored. With everything. With the rain, with sitting at home, with various "scenes", with the food at my house, with my weight, with, living at home,with the whole heterosexual relations dichotomy, with needing a degree to get any sort of job that pays anything comfortable, with waiting by the computer for some boy to send a message/email/ comment of some kind.

I'm convinced that more than two people are subscribed to my myspace blog. The blog views just don't add up, no matter what time it is, no matter who's online. Fucking RSS feeds. It feels kind of cool, like i'm almost famous, but its kind of creepy like I'm being stalked by like some bizzarro, sniper literatti (I'm not sure on the spelling on that). Not that I blame them. Today's entry was a gem.

Another classy photograph of me.

I changed my voicemail today. See you in another 5 months, voicemail menu.

I need to write some more.

So I got the sign I requested when I asked for a sign whether or not to continue this ridiculous crush on Rob. Unfortunately, all signs point to NO. Unfortunately, I can't help it and I'm just going to end up where I started.

I have to pee.

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