Timmy tries to draw mountains while riding in a horse and buggy across a bumpy gravel road during the middle of an earthquake

I'm in a really weird place right now. I'm asexual. I'm supposed to be. And when I like boys, I'm confidant. I make things happen exactly the way I want them to with no one realizing I'm controlling the situation.

At least that's how things are supposed to be.

I, however, think I have been played.

[as a side note, I think I just ripped off my nipple while bralessly trying on shirts far too small for me. Ok, it's not off, but it freaking hurts in that distracting way]

Alright, so back to that situation. The worst idea for me ever is to watch the movie Tombstone. I think it beats Fight Club and The Believer in terms of "Top Movies to make Michelle Jump Someone."

Guess who watched Tombstone today?
Guess who watched this film while waiting on someone to call?

I've hit a dry spell. I need to make out.
I need to make out soon.
It's pretty much all that's been on my mind for months.

I want to make out
I want to read books
I want to drink tea
I want to play scrabble
And I want to get all dolled up to do any of the above.

These things make me happy. Why don't I do more of them?

This blog is pretty much a snapshot into my head.

My confidence had been like a bipolar ADHD child with the way it's bouncing all over the charts.

One minute, I feel spectacular. I am believing this is overcompensation because I sound like a selfish bitch I hate when this happens. And it is not at all flattering.
The next, I feel as though I am less than a dime a dozen. I don't feel special or unique or even worth more than a moment before I'm tossed aside for the next.

I need to even this out.

I'm having Michelle Time this weekend to hopefully help rectify this situation. Probably not seeing that "Michelle Time" will consist of sitting at the CC for endless hours.

OMG, look at me, I can't even write a real blog.

Time to read, drink some tea, and probably pass out.

Call me tomorrow, and we picnic.