Highs and Lows

That's what this week has been full of. (Warning: There's a crap-ton of profanity in this post, if you care about shit like that.) High: I have a fantastic time at a lake party on Saturday. I got to pilot a jetski and didn't even fall off! Low: The boy I was seeing through Match.com that hadn't called me back in, oh, 3 weeks - calls me out of the blue with some lame-o line about how "you know when you think about the person you want to be with, and then you meet that person? It scared me." Bullshit ya fucknut. High: I told said fucknut that we're both adults and he should have been man enough to say something rather than just simply not call for 3 weeks. I said that IF I were to consider giving it another shot, that I would hope this was not indicative of the way he handles his problems. I tried to explain to him how I felt, and he kept saying "That's ok, you can think I'm a dick. I understand." And he'd say he wanted to talk it out, but every time I started talking it out - he'd say that again. Well, guess what. I do think you're a dick. Have a nice life. Don't call me anymore. Low: Back to square on on Match with only a few more weeks to go. High: Already contacted a guy that lives much closer to me. Will set up a coffee date for later this week. Low: I have $48 to last me the next two weeks because I suck at paying bills in a smart way. High: I got my first set of stitchmarkers from the Stitchmarker Swap on the knittyboards! Thank you Mrs. Motter! Low: I just found out I didn't get the promotion. In the most shittiest, fucked up manner. Through the grapevine. And when I did finally hear from the right person, it was a real wacked out conversation. Something about beauty pagents and intangibles and not being able to single out any one thing. What the fuck ever. I finally got him to tell me the other candidate was coming from the same position at another company. So, thanks for the big "fuck you" HR fuckinstuff.