so it goes

why is it that people don't understand when i say "there's nothing else going on"? especially when there is nothing else going on ???

i told stalker/crush boy i suspected he was still holding off for hopes of something more. (which he spent his time denying and then admitting to and then denying again.) so i thought it best if i stopped talking to him, since continuing conversations might only lead him on.

this, of course, really means that I'm secretly afraid that I will end up hoping for something more. and even falling in love.
with him.

or, so i have been informed.

why didn't i think of that?
this was pretty much the type of response i was expecting though.

i ask myself again, how the fuck do i end up with in things ?

but, in theory, it is all over.
and for the record, he never had a chance in hell of ever getting any.

bah.

on a different note

i just didnt want to include this with the previous entry, which could have led up to a headache. i would have done it first, from work, but it seems as though the server at work is down indefinitely.

but, somehow, yesterday, amidst my woe-ing, i completely failed to recall the existence of the trusty frosty.

especially since i'm beginning to wonder if i i'm ever going to see my shamrock shake. people just dont know a good thing.

but i made the trek and got my frosty. i could have introduced more people to it, but was too selfish.

why am i spending so much time dicussing food?

i'm still crossing my toes in hopes of moving on to bigger and better positions. wednesday will mark my 6 month anniversary with my beloved employer. i've just realized i shouldn't mention the name until i go back and reread the contract for my soul that i signed with them.
i think if i give them a bad name, they can boot my sorry ass to the curb.
i kind of like my ass away from the curb, thank you.
so, we'll keep it like this for now.

i've noticed, today especially, that not only has my patience level increased, but the point at which i even need to feel patient, has also increased. just smile and nod. i don't know if this is natural (for me), so i'm fearing a mental break down somewhere down the line.

snap. crackle. pop.

damnit, food again.

happy dances

i forgot to mention, amidst my other ramblings, that i was doing the happy dance last night when i discovered that the Only feminist bookstore in this city of 8+million people was not going to shut down as previously thought.

i still don't know how there can be only one.

but such ponderings are for another time. for now, i'm focusing on the pleasantness.

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