maybe i'm just like your mother
i hear she's never satisfied.
aaaaarrrrggggghhhh.
relationships. fuck. because it's late and i've been up for too long and need to film 17,000 clips tomorrow, i'll give the reader's digest version for once in my life.
the problem when i date people who do less things than me comes when they view me as fodder for their entertainment or they have nothing going on of their own so i have no respect for anyone who will just sit around and wait.
multi-tasking individuals titilate me so, and that is very important, obviously.
but busy muthafuckas never have any god damned time to see you.
and i need a lot of fucking attention, i'm not good at pretending that i'm ok with the fact that a week will go by without so much as a call or email and i don't think i'm going to be able to change this about myself.
i'm not sure i have to.
but maybe i should.
patience was never one of my virtues.
fuckity fuckerton.
whomever stole yarah bravo's computer should be hit by a bus.
