life

Ugh I'm staring to feel kind of bad about blowing off Bongo Joe. Marijuana by Tom Petty came on last night and it made me think of him. I'm a total jerk off. I feel the need to call or text but don't want him to think that there is actually anything that's going to come out of it. This is a first for me...actually feeling bad about jerking around a guy. If he just had his shit together he would have been fantastic...but I can't keep dating scumbags.

That's funny I say that. Andy is unemployed. He was laid off of his job that he had for 14 years. He's in the process of finding a new one. I may need to kick his ass to the curb too...but I'm going to play with him for a bit.

Fuck I was Facebook stalking today and went onto Kelly's page. The fucker is dating this fucking nasty ass chick that I did makeup for months ago. I almost fell on my face. Dood if that what he's attracted to then I have no idea what the fuck he was doing with me. She's fucking GROSS.

Um...I text Vince yesterday and asked if he forgot about me. He said no never that his kids wanted to stay up north for a few more days that they are here now and head back north on Tuesday. I'm going to leave him alone. If he's interested then he will get into contact with me. Man I really hoped he would have worked out. He was absolutely fantastic.

Put my POF profile on private right now. Too much on my plate and I don't want to fuck up something that could be good because I'm not responding to emails because I'm busy.