relationship status: (drives through the night while 80s synthpop plays in the background)
no but like this is actually me
so i went on a sort of, maybe first date last friday and i thought it went well and i was super adorable and took him to an arcade to play air hockey and we talked nonstop about music and i made him laugh so many times and i wore this shirt that makes my boobs look great but christ, it’s isolating and exhausting to have to explain your entire personality to a total fucking stranger and now he hasn’t called or texted or whatever so i feel like a fucking idiot and i don’t even know if i liked him yet but rejection sucks and now I’m reading old gchats from my ex boyfriend and wondering if he ever thinks about me because i miss him so fucking much sometimes and why couldn’t he realize how great whatever we had could’ve been and WHY IS LIFE SO FUCKING HARD SOMETIMES.
dating is exhausting and terrible and i am not cut out for this shit.
in better news, i have three phone interviews for jobs lined up, so at least i’m not failing in all areas of my life. GONNA JUST GET RICH AND LIVE A LIFE OF SOLITUDE WITH MY CAT FOREVER GOODBYE.
People always ask me: “are you the same as Blanche Devereaux?”, and I always say: “please, just look at the facts”
- Rue McClanahan
Rue McClanahan’s actual autobiography is titled “My First Five Husbands and the Ones Who Got Away” and I HIGHLY RECOMMEND. Made me love her 1000x more. She was such a strong, fun-loving and hilarious lady. One of my biggest life regrets is not getting to meet her or Bea Arthur before they died.
Kate. 29. Chicago. I design stuff.
useless pop culture trivia.
empty streets at night.
people who are too cool to get excited about things.