Becoming a Stalker

Um.. Yes. Is it wrong to admitt you're currently sitting online viewing pictures of random exes and respective current girlfriends and making a face?

Ugly fucking bitches. Beautiful pictures of boys and their dogs.

And me.

Alone.

You know one of them is actually dating another girl with my name?! FIRST AND LAST!

Sometimes life isn't fair.

Hung out with Sher for Cinco De Mayo. Was fabulous, as we went to Whole Foods; you'd be surprised at the amount of hot men in the grocery store on a Saturday night! And then by the amount that talked to me; namely none. I'm so voer it. All I want these days is cold hard cash.

Bored and angry as there aren't anymore bags of microave popcorn in this house that also lacks Diet Coke. My lovely little British friend online here is ignoring me, as he must have found something to do. Ah well.

Bre is of course scurrying to impress the company that nobody really understands what does. I was telling her, this endless interviewing is just like my dating life. And, as I'm still single, I'm also still sans career.

But hope is not all lost, I will be interviewing with MGM this week.

Oh, yea.

Sad and pathetic in this evening. Feel gross as hair is mad and am over it entirely. Wow.

Oh, yea.