Thursday, June 20, 2013

grumblr

date went badly.  she was like if you took a sammy, and then added another sammy.  i don't mean to be rude or something, and i know i need to lose some weight to be healthy again, but she was way way way too fat.  we had sushi, and then departed, and i feel bad ignoring her messages, but that just isn't cool, ok?

seriously

feels all the bads there. :(

second thing:

i totally intend to move my google readers tumblers to tumblr this weekend.  so then i can reblog stuff you might like, and subscribe, or whatever tumblr calls it.

why can't technology just stick around so sad crazy girls can do the sad crazy thing?

:-/

Sunday, June 9, 2013

two things

1. tomorrow i have a date with a girl, and we'll see if sammy can handle being with someone in public.  i'm kind of hesitant, but either i can deal with people, or i hide at home, under a blanket forevers, right?

2. i did the tumblr thing, but i feel kind of bad.  i follow lots of tumblrs on google reader, but it's going away, so maybe i should just do tumblr instead, and people can follow there, and i can save this for my random crazy rants?  anyone have any thoughts about this?  tumblr follows would be easier, as i think i can just clicky reblog stuff and you can see it and be all "yeah, I like that, sammy!"?

3. it's http://sammy808.tumblr.com/ because that's where it is.


suggest what you think is easiest/best/whatever, and i'll try to do that.  is tumblring best, or do you like the blogger stuff?  i don't know limits/restrictions either.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

internal monologue

"whoa, someone messaged me on that dating thing."

"yeah, but you're messed up and weird, and it'll never work out."

"but if we just avoid everyone, what's the damn point of having a dating thing?"

"because maybe someone would send us a message."

"SOMEONE DID SEND A MESSAGE!"

"yeah, but it was probably a mistake.  she doesn't know you're really fucked up."

"but i clearly said, 'i'm kind of fucked up.'"

"everyone says that, she probably thought you were like 'oh, i forget my umbrella on rainy days.''

"that's fucking crazy"

"no, you're fucking crazy."

sometimes my brain is a jerk.

sometimes i just have to say stuff, and shoot it out into the world, and i don't really expect a response.