What's the definition of insanity? To keep doing the same thing time and time again and expecting a different result?
It's official! I'm insane. I mean, what the fuck am I doing to myself?
Saturday with B was soggy but fun. We watched some baseball, ate some hot dogs and b.s.'ed the day away. And then I went home alone. The funny thing is when we're together it's not like I'm sitting there thinking "why doesn't he want to be with me? (ok, maybe some times I think that)or get all spazzed out about it or whatever. But when I get home? All bets are off. A friend of mine, one who's spent some time with him, said maybe the problem is that we are too much alike. We do have so much in common -- I can't tell you how many times during the course of the day I said "oh my god, me too!" Maybe she's right. Who the hell knows? For as much as we talk that's the one thing I could never bring up. Gotta go bang my head against the wall now! Enjoy the show and don't forget to tell your friends.
