Okay, so after my little passive-aggressive list of yesterday, I have slightly calmed down. But I honestly cannot find anyone I fit in with, because they're either:
A] Too uptight.
.................or................
B] Not uptight enough. (Uhhh, I am sorry, but I like to know approximate times, at the very least]
Not like I mind. All the time. Entirely. Okay, so it gets under my skin once in awhile, but I would rather have only a few friends that I actually like than a ton that make me want to go all Shannen Doherty on them. (That phrase, by the way, is stolen from Jen Lancaster, who wrote Bitter Is The New Black and a couple others that I have yet to read. Gotta give credit here!)
So the lesson of the day is: Do not go on an adventure across state lines with people unless you know for a fact that you're not gonna raise your blood pressure about fifty points.
....and on a totally unrelated subject, I have no clue where my seasons one and two of Sex and the City are. Which is depressing, since I feel like a little nineties New York at the moment. A little early Carrie/Mr. Big dysfunction never hurt.
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