I spend far too much time of my life complaining about boys, I mean seriously I cannot believe I have any friends and I seriously cannot beieve that any believe my horrible stories involving these boys, I cannot even believe that I even have boys in my life to talk about... I mean when you look at me and go "gee! I bet she has some wacky encounters with atractive men"

Nothing to report really, except I'm an idiot, I'm and idiot, I'm an idiot.

I won an oversized stuffed animal.

Did I mention I was an idiot?

Oh and according to two boys I have had wacky adventures with I am Undateable!

So I am now an idiot who knows that she is going to be a lonely idiot forever!

will tell you more about it later, but god damn I'm an idiot.