Date 9 (part 2 of 2) *sigh* & WOMEN

I’ve been listening to a band called WOMEN lately. Love them. Pure, lyrical, noise.

Okay, my colleague at work gave me a little mental kick in the ass today. He told me that I needed to stop thinking about this guy. Date 9, that is. I agree. I really really do. So, for you and for myself, colleague, I’ll move on *for good*

One last drawing to get the rage out.

I take stuff way too seriously a lot. Okay, new mantra: don’t be serious don’t be serious don’t be serious.

Today, a new fuktard on okStupid emailed me. Twice. In. A. Row. His name is Walt and he’s 50. He wants “casual encounters.” Good luck, Walt. I think it’s time I leave this online dating thing behind. Perhaps there’s a guy for me in that internet mess somewhere so I’ll leave my little profile up. Maybe he’ll find me. But I’ve decided it’s time to move on to other things, try the “multi-pronged” approach as my friend has said.

That’s it, for now.