I have a new obsession...
and that is why I have not written for a few days... It is POKER. I am pretty good at it- I do not know the terminology but who cares? Right? My roomate (CS) is a gambling junkie and I sorta picked up the game just watching him. I am a degenerate. That is all there is to it. Once I get an obsession, I pretty much focus on that like it's my job or something. Yeah, did I mention that I play for HOURS at work as well? I should be filing but anyone that knows me knows that I think that filing is the devil's work. Filing should be banned, not abortions (sorry LS) ooooh, I just got political for a second. Yes, I have an opinion! It's not all tennis and poker in this head of mine!
Anywho, The Brain pointed out that I cannot receive anonymous comments from anyone and that you have to sign in or some sort of shit like that. So, I have fixed that, and now my "friends" (yeah, that better be why I get no comments or anything from y'all) may comment on how much I make them laugh. Even Nameless can comment! Perfect.
So, I just wanted to mention that I miss SH- SH is hot. I want him. Don't know why because he doesn't fit in my life. He just doesn't. He is 25 (me 29) and he is perfect on paper but not so great to be with because he would rather be with his boys than me (but he is pulling bitches- he told me-whores!) I hate that. I hate that I liked someone that is a player. That pisses me off. We went out for 3 months and when I mean went out, I mean pretty much spent that time in bed once a week. We would go for drinks and fool around. We didn't have much in common except that we were attracted to each other. And after a while he just pulled the boy shit... Not calling thinking that if they hide then we get the point. Well, I think that that's a pussy way out and confronted him. He said that I was a little crazy sometimes (little does he know) and that he felt that I wanted a commitment- what??? to see him more than once a week? and maybe him calling me more than every other day- I was so not pushing things with this guy- I mean it. He was the first guy I have liked ( I mean really liked in 3 years) and I wanted to make it work. But alas... He wanted a girl who would have sex with him and not expect much else. And I felt worthless...
I should have been enough, no? I mean I'm fun, cute, funny (as all get out), I floss every night, shower every day, and I try to act like I got my shit together (act being the key word) but he don't know that. I am thinking of him constantly and it is driving me CRAZY. I ended things with him months ago and he is all I can think about (other than when I can score another poker game or play some tennis or what I am going to eat in a couple of hours because I AM ALWAYS EATING) but I digress. But St. Patty's day is coming up and he is, of course, Irish. AND A FIREFIGHTER. So, of course that means that he may be at the parade right by my job and I could probably spit on his head from my boss' balcony... Sounds tempting. I HATE MEN. And myself for that. I know he is seeing other girls. It breaks my heart that I wasn't THE girl for him.