The living definition of insanity
Well I have spared you all details of morgue monday, as I couldn't even find humor in it. But here are some sad self revelations.
Not but four days ago I told someone I couldn't even pretend to hope to fall in love.
And yet, if this was true, would I accept a date for saturday with an Israeli news photographer?
Would I be flirting with a South African guy who promises to take me to see House of the Dead on wednesday?
Would I be sending daring emails to a guy who lives in Virginia? VIRGINIA?
Would I be going twice a week to see the hot Argentine guitarists?
No, I would have pulled my profile from both dating sites. I wouldn't bother to leave my apartment.
Clearly this does not bode well for the bunni.
Bad Bunni posted at
10/14/2003 10:45:00 AM |