Playing House

i am playing house. in a big house. built by rich people. they're both virgos, you know. further proof that a virgo's best chance at romance lies with... duh duh duh... another virgo. as i mused to myself while walking inside today; "its the house that virgo built." and its so sadly true...

they also only got married recently. they're both like, fifty to sixty something. they're older, more mature. so you younger virgos take heart... it might have taken them a while, but they seem really happy together.

oh god. can we go back a second to the guy who stole my birthday? that guy, the blonde one, who sam in my house was dating. freaky guy? he was a fucking birthday clone! his lame ass stole my birthday! pay no attention to the fact that he was born exactly a year before me, making me the usurper... he stole my beautiful birthday! and he was so lame and creepy! ugh! just picture me obsessively scrubbing my bare body, trying to feel less dirty...

anywhoo... internet dating doesn't work. wait, strike that; internet dating doesn't work for ME! just like any sort of dating, really... you think you've found someone cool, and then they have no desire to talk to you... as though i trifle with idiots... well apparently i do. or at least, i trifle with people who have no clue about the powers i wield... dammnit. i wanna go see sin city.

c'mon! there is someone in south-central texas who is appropriate dating material for me... or maybe not. maybe i'm not developed enough to like, enter a relationship or something... maybe there's too much for me to learn still. maybe i should take a cue from my virgo house-providers and put all such romantic muck on hold until i'm forty...

i'm a bit tipsy, and i just felt the need to say something to someone, even if it was only the people who read this. thank you, by the way, particularly you blue rose. its rather striking that you found this little page and like it enough to come back to it and read more. i try to peruse blogs, but it gets hard. i'm picky. and sometimes, not so nice... but hey, we're only human... unfortunately...

e, i think you're right. i'm a closet goth. i just never got into all-black and making the works of jhonen vasquez my personal bible. jeez, kid, get it together! just me talking to myself.

oh, and it must be said that last night, i got rather stoned and a bit drunk, so i was in that really nice trancy state, and i began acting out the different facets of my personality... like, i would be of two or three minds about what to do next, so i would have the whole argument out loud, and act out the more involved parts. it was cute. and interesting.

so i'm done for now. peace, my brethren. tomorrow is a brand new day.