Ode to Narcissism

Good morning.

So, I am finally beginning to understand that the economy is in a bad, bad place right now.

Last week, I was a shop-a-holic.  This week, I glanced at my bank statement and almost cried.

All of the saving I have been doing over the years is basically gone.  I still have a small chunk of change, but it is nowhere near where it used to be.  And I know that I have no one to blame for this but myself.  It’s a combo of my spending habits lately and the modified hours I’ve been working to accommodate school.

Someone very rich should pay for my schooling and living expenses for, like, two years.  That would be really, really nice.

I am still not on speaking terms with Jess.  This is bothering me, but as I still feel I am mostly in the right, I refuse to give in and chase after her.  I probably did not blog about the situation here, and I’m not sure I should.  Let me think on it some more.

I spoke with the married man yesterday, and the conversation went well.  I feel better.  Most of what he said was probably just lip-service, but I’ll give it a little time before I jump to any conclusions.  Plus, I want to believe what he said.  We’ll see what happens.  I know I’m flirting with disaster here, but that is just my nature, I guess.  When it blows up in my face, I will humbly listen to each and every one of your “I told you so”s.  (That was not grammatically correct.  My game is slipping a bit.  Fuck it).

I like Obama just about as much as the next person (with the exception of his stance on gay marriage - which pisses me off, because in the beginning of his campaign he was flirting with it a little.  His stance now is a total cop-out to win the more conservative votes.  BULLSHIT.  But I do understand) - but I am getting so sick and tired of all of the Hilary bashing.  Thank you, Internet, for reminding me that sexism is still alive and well.  And thank you, American politics, for reminding me that the glass ceiling for women is quite possibly never going away.

You know who I’m voting for.  He’s it.  And I’m glad - I just hope he reconsiders the gay marriage issue.

Also - I told this guy I was on a date with that I am what would be considered bisexual (although I don’t like labels).  I explained my history with women, and he said, “It’s ok.  All girls are.”  I almost jumped out of the car.

INTELLIGENT MEN - WHERE ARE YOU?  AND WHY WON’T YOU DATE ME?

Oh, wait.  That’s right.  It’s that whole “I am the worst person in the world to be in a relationship with” thing.  I forgot.

Intelligent women - I would write something to you, but you are much easier to find these days.