okay, i've been reading the best of craigslist and it's put me in the mood for a rant. i apologize in advance for bad language, it's gonna be here. people will now become refered to by letters and numbers for ease.
okay.
jesus assfucking christ. what is it with humans these days? why can't everyone stop behaving like weird psychos and behave like normal human beings should. you hear stories about other peoples' lives and they sounds so normal, why is mine never like that? i mean, i'm really enjoying my life these days. i love being me, i love where i live, i love my friends yadda, yadda, yadda, but it's still not normal.
i am an american living in a foreign country that doesn't seem formal until you realized that the society and many of its ideals are different. i still believe that i mostly hang out with unique individuals that don't really represent the country as a whole, but the principles are still there. i have a head/neck ache.
for instance. takes numbers 1-5
#1 is really cool and is the most normal
#2 is also really cool, isn't really a possibility, and yet might be the one that i feel most connected to
#3 is cool, not really a possibility, but wont leave my mind. i can force myself to forget the whole thing, and i probably will and all will be well, but i'm half worried that wont work and half worried that it will and all ties will be severed.
#4 is cool, but has the intelligence of a 9 year old and that just ain't gonna happen
#5 is cool, but i just dont think it would work, not that it's really been pursued or anything
tonight was strange, i conversed with #1-3. it's not wrong at all to talk to 3 males on the same night. especially when none of them have any claim to me or anything, yet somehow i felt wrong, saying goodnight then receiving a phone call and then another phone call and a text during that phone call. i felt like such a player, it was really funny to me. stupid numbers. exist just to complicate my life, though i doubt i could live without em all, aye.
fuck i'm tired and it looks like i'm not gonna find out what the randomest text of the night was about. oh well, it's not the end of the world, or even the end of the summer. in fact, i dont think it's actually summer yet, just spring. why text me about that?!?! what the hell is wrong with these people!?!?
and to the four random guys that have attempted to kiss me in the middle of bars without provocation...what the hell are you thinking??!? (this is a post that possibly would fit in on craigslist, but whatever, i'm putting it here) the first time it happened, i thought...what a strange person, he's prolly just drunk and horny and very wierd.....the next time i was like .....apparently buying a drink for a girl mentally entitiles some guys to a kiss. that ain't true.....next time was the new york guy, that was just a severe "what the fuck?!?" and the last time...so i gave you my number, that doesn't mean you have any right to walk up to me bend over and try to suck my face off. seirously now! and none of those people have i ever seen again, nor do i plan to, but it's the idea of strange people that's got me going tonight.
i need an anklet, i remember when i used to wear one and i loved it.
FUCK i'm tired and my neck and head hurt, why the hell am i still typing? to answer my own question:
i'm typing because i'm confused, and i think that typing about nothing will somehow decrease this confusion. earth to tiffany: it's not working, get some sleep.
good point.
i'm taking a poll: #1, #2, or #3????

btw...i went on a date-ish thing yesterday...got coffee and then hung out with someone, it was a ton of fun and we chatted for like 5 hours or some longer amount of time that i'm too stupid to count. great fun. we'll see...
vote away!!
teehee...einstein is humping a christmas tree!