I May Actually Have a Stroke Over This

this is pretty lame, thought i'd mine it for content.

you know how on social sites you have PROFILES that say if you're seeing anybody or not, and then you have body paragraphs describing yourself in any myriad ways, etc? yeah, me too. also, if you've FILLED OUT one of these, then you should have the mindgrapes to comprehend the idea.

so this dude drops me a message, like: "i figured it couldn't hurt to say hi and see if you respond."

i looked at his profile, and even though there's not a whole lot to indicate anything about him really, i am new to the area, and am looking to make friends (as clearly stated on my profile), because i'm fucking LONELY seeing only my boyfriend everyday, so í message him back. he seems ok, you know?

i tell him (in the interest of clarity, not like i assume that his message indicated sexual interest or anything) that i have a boyfriend, but want to make friends because i'm new to the area (as clearly stated in my profile), and he writes me back that he is looking for more (ok, fine) but who doesn't want more friends, and that i should write him telling him ABOUT MYSELF (hellOOOO, PROFILE, i'm assuming you SAW IT, you did message me) but wait, that's not all, he also wants me to tell him ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND, and "let's hope that we can be friends."

REALLY, DUDE? i didn't ask him for a FUCKING KIDNEY, i said that i would like to make friends, and he is asking me for A WRITTEN APPLICATION just to hang out? fuck you, buddy- you're an assistant manager at a bookstore making 20 grand a year(not that that matters), not the fucking dutchess of york.

by the way, my profile is pretty extensive... probably obnoxiously so, but i doubt anybody could read it and not have a somewhat formed grasp of what my personality and my life entail.

i don't know why this whole thing made me so DAMN MAD, but it just infuriated me.

one final thing: he had one of those "casual" professional photos up on his profile, where he's wearing a black leather jacket IN THE FOREST, with his chin resting on his fist as he stares into the camera.

AGAIN, i must say REALLY?!?

*ok, edit: he's technically not resting his chin on his fist, but looking at that picture it is NOT HARD TO IMAGINE HIM DOING SO, is it?*

one more picture of this TOOLBOX:

and one final thought, and i swear this is the last one.

i think it's REALLY SAD that i am so lonely that i am willing to hang out with some stick-up-the-ass POSER asshat who is CLEARLY a massive douchebag. LOOK AT THIS PICTURE, and tell me this guy is not A FUCKING LOSER.

Um... Yay?!?

i'm in... tucson. to live. indefinately. w00t.

o_O

ok, tucson is kind of um... shitty... but the HOUSE germone got us is pretty damn nice. i like the house a lot. it feels like it should have a pool, but it doesn't. several times in the last few days, i've been like "i should take a swim" but then i remember that the pool here is IMPLIED and not actually existant.

i walked to the 24 hour wal-mart grocery store that is half a mile down from the house, and i have to say- NOT a sexy walk. i DID get cruised by a semi-guapo latino gentleman with a proud coorporate mullet when i was trying to pick out my aluminum foil brand of choice, though, so it wasn't a complete wash. i know it's sick, but there's something about a mexican dude with a RAT-TAIL that just kind of almost does it for me. this guy didn't have one- i just felt compelled to share that. you're welcome. roll that around in your mouth.

ahh, tucson.

are you FREAKING OUT?!?

i am starting to freak out about the move to tucson. There are a bunch of reasons. It's a new place where i know almost nobody, it's a new school that i have no idea how to maneuver with (unlike CGCC, which i kind of feel like i understand how it works and the way things go there), it's a new city that i don't know my way around at all (and i'll have to figure out the transit system down there, which is always a drag), it's the first time that i've lived with a boyfriend in a planned, pre-meditated manner where i didn't just show up on a doorstep all cracked out and like "can i live with you?" and um... yeah. ack, this is scary shit! i told germone about my anxiety and he said that if i can survive foster care then i must be adaptable enough to live in tucson with him. then i reminded him that i ran away from foster care.