First and foremost, Subway salads SUUUUUUUUCK. I'm eating one now, and I am not having a good time. It's watery and flavourless and just all-around crap. But I was completely starving and I figured this would be better than any other junky shit I would cook up. Hmm that bite just had a banana pepper in it--salad taste just improved 9000%.
So I had my dad in town over the weekend. It was cool, and I very much enjoy having him around, but the emotionally stunted part of me begins to nic and DT out late night and I found myself ducking out not once, but twice to meet my smoky and drunky friends. It made me feel like shit, but I did it anyway. What is my problem? I'm so effing lame.
Anyway, dropped my pop off at the airport and cried like a baby all the way back to the car. Made the ditching him twice make me feel even more guilty. Sometimes I think I may be a mental masochist.
So I ran into a boy I met a couple of years ago this weekend. He is very nice and handsome and fun to hang out with. I made out with him once when on a break with Kev, then got back together and never called him. Because I am an asshole. What, how could I be a bigger asshole? Why, I'll tell you! He has a kid. And this is perhaps the most effective Eleanor-repellant around. Because instead of being a fucking dick and ditching his responsibility, he owned up to his actions and has an active, mature role in his child's life. And the fucking dick option frightens me less. I don't know what to do, I had a really good time with him--but have since noticed that I have already thought up 83 reasons why it probably won't work. K pointed out how difficult it must be for a single parent to date successfully. So true. I'm living proof. God! Why am I such a jerk? Why do you even read this shit?
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