Incoherent ramblings in Klingon

Song of the Day: Love Stoned / I Think She Knows by Justin Timberlake

My muffins did not taste as good as I expected them to. Sad face.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom.

So, I spent the day watching tv. As per usual. Tv is relaxing. It can be funny, sad, weird, shocking, exciting. But that's not why I watch stuff on tv. The reason is that, for once, I don't have to make decisions. I don't really have to think. Things happen and there's nothing I can do to stop them, whether I want to or not. You could argue that life like's that, but it's not. Because, you see, in life, even if you can't control things, you feel like you could - that there's something you could do. You believe you did something wrong, that somehow you screwed things up, even if, in reality, there was no way for you to alter the course of things. At least, that's how my mind works. 

Isn't it great how on tv, people end up together, no matter the obstacles? They make it look so easy, so effortless like it's the most natural thing in the world. Whereas in life, people are much more stupid. Or I'm stupid. I don't know. 

Or maybe I binge-watched too much of The Mindy Project and Parks and Recreation. 

(more personal stuff about me below. you've been WARNED.)

I think I need to point out I'm an introvert. I'd love to be an extrovert, believe me, 'cause it's really hard feeling all weird around people, and having others thinking you're aloof or worse, stuck up. But I'm not, and I can't change the way I am. I love sitting at home watching tv and I also love hanging out with other people. I'm just weird when interacting with them, and that's the problem. Something that gets worse when someone flirts with me and I like him, 'cause I get even weirder and I think I give guys the impression I'm not interested. Well, dude, unless you ask me out or message me, or even make someone else ask me (if you're so scared of me, wtf am I Maleficent? and even if you chose to do that I'd answer 'cause I'm really not ashamed of who I like, it's not like it's this HUGE secret like it was in primary school and if someone found out, you'd die of terror [that actually happened to me, but that's another story for another time]) you're probably not going to know. 

OH DEAR GOD IS THIS ABOUT A GUY AGAIN, WILL YOU SHUT UP?

No. Yes. Well no. I'm talking in general. Or not. Guess. 

Okay this is simple. I wish I could have this on a t-shirt: If you like me, ask me out. 

If I had a dime for all the guys that never worked up the courage to ask me out I'll be living in a mansion and my cat would have a butler. Seriously.