The Truth
I think I could easily fall in love with a guy who, quite simply, calls when he says he's going to call. I think it's the little things that show you care more.

Until then, I will be drunk.

What the fuck do I know? I'm the most demented reject ever.

And I suck at softball. When did I become scared of the ball?

"The" Ex got in touch with me today. Oh, MySpace. It's kinda thrown me for a loop, even though that's so far in the past I'm pretty sure even Shirley McLaine hasn't had that many past lives. I don't think I'm the keep-the-exes around kind of girl. It's a good thing I don't have many. But seriously, how the fuck am I supposed to concentrate on work? Because there is some of that, after all.