my heart's in the strangest place

sooo oopsy doops, my relationship is 9/10's gone for good?

don't ask. I won't tell. :'(

howevs, in an effort not to hang myself with a super fashionable thrift-store belt, maybe I'll try to hilariously document the dates I go on now. I am in this city, with a job that I can leave at any time, but with no place to go really. so because I'm a 23 year old employed non-obese young lady with two breasts, I get asked out from time to time. normally I would explain that I had a boyfriend. but since I don't, hmmmm. I guess maybe I'll try to do a few of these things and something funny will come out of it?

I'm hoping for some really bad dates. I'm talking 28 year old virgins, devout catholics, and guys who wear new white sneakers. of course I am no prize for them either. they may see me as a mouthy alterna-babe, but once they find out that I own more toys than anything else, my quirkiness might just look a bit sad. I'm also obsessed with sexuality and that can be creepy.

let's see how this social experiment goes. see you at the Trail of Dead show!

*ps, on the Garbage Pail Kids website, I designed my own called 'Don't Date Kate' and it was awesome but the link won't work :( I think I'm holding a fishhead, and wearing an adorable dress and have a bunch of sick wounds.

*pps, I was going to write the word 'pussy' as in pus-sy wounds, and I think that is a word. in 7th grade health class I remember reading this chapter on infections and wounds and it used that word to mean 'full of pus' and I just giggled because the word 'pussy' was in the health book :/