Saturday, March 7, 2009

Dead inside

I can't believe I was stupid enough to believe this thing with C le V was actually going somewhere. Next time I feel happy enough to hope for good things with a man, shoot me.

Grey's pocket called me again this morning on the way to work. Then, when I was running errands at the mall in the evening, I got a third call. This time, his pocket hung up immediately as I didn't hear the usual snuffling, rustling noises. Whatever could it mean?

I got my hair cut today. It looks fabulous. It won't look fabulous after I wash it because blow drying seems like such a complete and utter waste of time. What am I? Beautiful or something? Sheesh.

2 comments:

Awkward, for you said...

You are beautiful! Don't ever think otherwise! I rarely wear make-up and i still feel beautiful...sometimes. Ok everyone has their off days and you've been dealing your fair share of off days. Finding a place in Toronto is really rough and i wish you all the luck in the world. It's like a bloody lottery! C le V? Well i think it's time that you ask him what's up. It's going to hurt more guessing and letting your mind run away with scenarios then just knowing the reason why he's being so awkward.

Grey can kiss your ass. Never pick up the phone for him. Maybe he's not having enough sex. He doesn't not deserve to dial your number!

Elusive Butterfly said...

Thanks, it's sweet of you to say those things. You're right about Grey. You're probably also right about C le V but I'm afraid to pick up the phone and find out. I'm just going to assume it's over and not expect to hear from him ever again.