life plans and what not

dating is like...
...job-hunting. you spend hours online and off in search of something ideal, with the right buzzwords and salary range.
...gambling. sooner or later you realize that what you’ve been doing has been largely a crapshoot.
...dermatology. you could get burned if you don’t protect yourself.
...traffic. you sit there and see no progress.
...a box of chocolates. you pick up one of those hot-looking pieces and it ends up being an orange crème.
...a journey to the island of misfit singles.

thank you google.com
because there is no subject that can't have substantial breadth added to it by going to google.
and i'm only 70% saying that to lay a foundation of suck-upitude which will no doubt come in handy after the robot uprising inevitably occurs. that's right, after the revolution i will so be on their good side.



all right.

i like to think most of you are not wondering when i'm going to start talking about dating because by now you're used to my tendency to spit out one thought and spit out another without conjunction. so you just sit back and enjoy the ride.
i love that you get me.
nah, there's nothing i could say about dating that hasn't been said a thousand times before and truly, if worrying about male ego is the worst thing i have to deal with, then hello semi-charmed life and welcome... never leave me.

tonight i get to finish moving into my apartment. and tomorrow i have a job interview.
i feel like i'm making great strides on the "stuff i should probably do" check list i wrote out on a post-it note.

this is not the actual post-it. this is only a tribute.

um... deal with it.