I'm not cool. I'm okay with that. I'm also okay with the fact that I am boring. I have a hard time calling people, because of these facts and my insecurities. I doubt feel worthy of your time. Its not my place to waste your perfectly good evening. When you call me I know its because options a through x were busy or unavailable. I'm like the game show consulation prize, Sorry you didn't win the car or get to hang out with joe, thomas, or james but HERES CHRIS. *applause lamp lights*
Side rant: Don't tell me you didn't call cause you didn't want to call anyone, especially when I know you called someone else that evening. I have less qualms with just hey I didn't want to call you.
Why is it when I drink with someone they always want me to move with them. Is it so I can be their crutch until they make cooler more exciting friends in the new city. Peter wants me to move to Omaha and Sam wants me to move to Missoula or Mizzoula or however shitty montanaville is spelled. The only place I'm kind of considering is Omaha just because of the fact that not only peter is there but so is alice. Shes my safety net. Whenever the shit hits the fan shes who I turn to and I wish I was here more whenever she needed me.
Other news I have started constructed the new fantasy land.
Updates forth coming.
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I'm your saftey net :) We are so different and yet so much the same. I often used to feel like people blew me off and didnt want to talk to me, now that I don't live by my friends I finally don't feel that way anymore like I finally have true friends. Life works in strange ways I guess.
Drinking brings out best friends and enemies, lucky for you at least you find friends with the alcohol. Too bad they suck.
Ok did that make any sense?
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