To have and to hold, till some bitch do us part.”

If anyone wants to complain about the Tina thing again, that’s fine. I still don’t know what was happening there. Did I want out of the Leslie situation? Yes. Like my mom said she ought to do: Shit or get off the pot. I’m not saying I wanted to be shat on, but it seems it turned out that way anyway. Nonetheless, I wanted Leslie to make something final, or so, and if something actually was happening with Tina, that’d have been great. But, like I said a thousand times before, the only way that was going to happen is if Tina was like HEY THIS IS HAPPENING. I wanted to be with Leslie. Every day, I chose Leslie. If she ever chose me, I wasn’t aware of it.

Would I appreciate someone just bringing clarity to the current situation? Yes. Do subtweets work? No. Why won’t anyone just talk? I still have no idea. I imagine it has something to do with what I don’t understand about the current situation.

Office Etiquette: Masturbate in your car”

What is the point of all this? I mean it. That’s why I keep freaking out and flipping out. I can’t figure out what anyone wants.

Cardinal Pictures? That’s all I can think to do. Make videos and put them online. I don’t know how SNL got in contact with Good Neighbor, but I imagine putting out work was part of it. I have no idea what I would do in the meantime. I am at a complete loss.

I was put in a car with Adina. That works. Really well. Outside of that, I have no idea. I don’t know what a subtweet gets anyone. I don’t get it. What is the point? What is the endgame? What happens next?

Immature love wants a Funtime .. Mature love wants a LIFE TIME”

I’m guessing experience is the difference. I’m not saying subtweets are pointless, just that the only thing I have yet to do is just live my life. I haven’t done that. On any conceivable level.

For those who still have a problem with the things I google, before you take that problem and shove in the orifice of your choosing, let me explain a few things.

I sure did google something like “how to know if a girl’s had sex”.

I haven’t had it. I was raised the way I was raised. All apologies. Oh wait no, I don’t have to apologize for that.

Okay, so I googled it. I remember something about yoga pants. Anyway, why did I google it? Because I figured if she had, then she might be… having sex with Josh. Which meant there was no reason I couldn’t, uh, fuck the therapist.

Did I mention I never fucked the therapist?

I never got an answer. But the therapist certainly mentioned that it was most likely that she was having sex.

Did I mention I never fucked the therapist?

Right. My torment, your delight.

Wonderful. It was a lovely five months. And it’s safe to say I have learned far more in the few weeks I’ve been with Adina than I did in any of those five months.

Are you giving a compliment because you’re uncomfortable and don’t know what else to say”

Blogging to someone you don’t know is definitely hard. If Adina’s taught me anything it was, wait for it, this is going to piss you off… THAT I WAS FUCKING RIGHT ABOUT THE FACT THAT IF SHE JUST GAVE ME THE TIME OF FUCKING DAY, EVERYTHING WOULD BE DIFFERENT. And what’s more, everything would be alright.

Libra: You haven’t gotten your period yet because you are pregnant.”

Having kids is like a game of pretend that lasts 18 years & you’re pretending that you didn’t ruin your life”

Okay, Josh wrote something like “Don’t do something permanently stupid just because you’re temporarily upset.”

I need that explained. Because I could connect things in my head, but I find the story I have in my head to be hard to believe.

Bitches be sick of that term”

This was after Eric called her that. I figured that if I was in the same place Eric was when she met me, I’d just repeat the phrase. Mean, sure, but I was lost, hurt, and confused. Which is a bad combination. Still the only time I’ve actually used it towards someone. Although, I don’t know if I actually said it to her. I don’t believe I actually did. Not that that makes a difference.