exes, exes

so...i think i'm getting dumped. again. wow.
how does this happen, you may ask yourself, and why so many many many many times? previously it has been a number of things: dude's too busy with his music career, dude's hung up on his ex, dude's a little fucking crazy, dude's got the same grandma as me (just kidding), dude's into anime porn and star trek, dude says he's into bdsm but acts like a little bitch when the time comes, dude's getting married. next week. whatever. these things happen. relationships end (and i'm using the term very loosely). has it been my fault in the past? shit. sure it has. then again, i do seem to pick out the crazies. what's that? you've been trying to sell me coke all night and still want a second date? ohhh alright. and so on and so forth.

there's been one, ONE ex that things ended mutually with. it was still difficult, of course, long and drawn-out and painful. we lived together. messy. but we're still friends and i can honestly say that i love this person even if we want to kill each other. daily. the end.

this one that i think's dumping me isn't crazy. normal in every sense of the word. owns a house, has a dog, carries a briefcase to work (i think). normal. makes me wonder if it was me this time. but i was so careful, so poised. i looked good, i was honest and funny, i didn't get stupid-drunk, i wasn't needy. and still...
when you start seeing someone and they tell you on the first date that they are not ready for dating at that time because they were hurt by an ex or they don't really do monogamy you fucking listen you stupid twat. i, however, am stubborn as a mule with my 'hee hee haa haa i'll get him yet! muwahaha'
yeah, great job laura. fucking idiot.


the photo's from salem.