my sabercats lost to the detroit fury tonight. it was a very sad game. they haven’t lost a game at home in 2 seasons. it was so disappointing.
i’m feeling weird tonight. i don’t understand guys at all. jerks who you are sure aren’t interested, who didn’t even walk you to your car, write to you. what is that shit? guys look at my pictures, but don’t write to me. for one day, i’d like to look like mar or anne… just to see that men really are superficial assholes. just to know that i’m right. there are days that i wish that mm had just left me alone. i really was happy in my little world. i may have had no life, but at least i didn’t know what i was missing. he got to go home to his wife. i get to sit here and wonder what the hell is wrong with me. do you know? if you figure it out, would you tell me… add your comment when you figure it out… enough of my ppp. good night.
oh yeah, one more thing… pretty boy is full of shit, online right now looking for someone else. he is there 90% of the time when I’m looking. just what is wrong with me?
Look who’s talking…