well....

That pudgy little bitch strikes again.
Goddamn this holiday. Even with an anti-Valentine's Day show, I'm still home at midnight, toasty, but not overdone, yet alone. Sad sack, convinced I know the truth but it's always so.
I think it's now safe to say I successfully curated a pretty damn awesome show. Interviewed for the paper even. Impressed that they came out for it. Now I wish it were going to be up longer. I also wish that he hadn't been there. I wish I didn't still care. Why the fuck do I still care? Is my self-esteem so low that perceived rejection sits with me for months?
Mostly, I wish the other one, the perfect one, wasn't...well...you know.....

Eh, fuck it. Nothing I can do about either one.
Hang on to the good things while you can.

Happy Valentine's Day everyone.
Sleep, then ding ding ding!
Round II.

also

I really need to stop saying "balls!"

Aaaaaand goodnight.