12:46 p.m. - 2010-10-08
Nothing like making yourself look like a heel in front of the person who has to convince other people you are the best choice...
Ive been reading about modern faeries. 'On Writing' is sitting on my stair waiting for me to read. It was mich cheaper than I thought it would be, much smaller too. I imagined some kind of Holy Bible, hardcovered tome.
Should have known the King wouldn't do that to me.
He called just now. To invite me out on Halloween.
Cuz really? I don't want to be trapped in a fucking car with you for any length of time, let alone sit beside you in a goddamned dark theater.
This is how it is: You can't hate my guts and try to tell me how it is, THEN blatently change tactics when that doesnt work. I NOTICE. I know you think I'm a retard but I NOTICE.
and goddamn, NEVER AGAIN. I'm not falling down that rabbit hole. NO.
Wow. I just found flylady.net
Finally Loving Yourself
Its a bit flake-y, and Christ-y, but I think if I stick to this I might be able to invite someone over without losing my mind every moment until they come in....
Im gonna go shine my sink...