"Enjoy The Silence"...Depeche Mode

"...All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable..."

So I haven’t felt much liking posting anything- sometimes, it seems more like work. But I think it’s a good thing – since the blog was created for me to vent; I must not have that much to vent about, ha. Regardless, it isn’t because I haven’t been doing anything or that there were lack of deep thoughts and feelings lately.

With the advent of L-Y’s return from the other side of the earth has come entertaining stories, dinner at her place and back to the old stomping grounds, where we found ourselves getting into trouble, more times than not. It was good to hear her stories though she did what I expected; saved face and decided she ‘knew’ that nothing was going to occur between her and her far away love. But she was sweet enough to bring back gifts, a pair of earrings and a cute Asian keychain, much too large but it got put on the keychain anyways. And with her return comes drama, or what she is hoping for – come this weekend. Knowing L-Y, when she drinks, drama is involved; I can’t wait, pfff.

I’ve consistently met up w/WB – whom I am working on initiating plans with more instead of waiting or always accepting an invite. And always we’ve had good conversations, mostly about the future, relationships – seriously, it seems that coupledom is becoming the new epidemic – so sad, and some drinks either with Detached Buddy, who I’ve found, nice as he is – speaks entirely too much about the same topic or WB#2 – who brought along the half gf. The first time I met WB#2’s half gf, half because he keeps her around but isn’t working for the entire relationship, ha – I thought she sweet and full of nice compliments, maybe it was the drinks at the time. The last time I met her, I wasn’t too enthused. I found her a little abrasive and most definitely too needy. I suppose it doesn’t matter, she’s not my half gf.

I’ve gently declined an invite this weekend with my old college roommates. Though I think it would be fun to catch up and actually see them face-to-face vs using the social networking site, I can’t bring myself to go. Mainly because they all of kids and they are coming. And even though it’s fun to hear about what’s transpired in the past what 8 yrs (omg!), I’m not interested in rekindling friendships when are at completely different stages in our life. I like kids but it’s painful to listen speak about their kids, complaining about good night’s sleeps, naps and having to listen to them scold or discuss their child’s behavioral issues. I don’t have anything to bring to the table but random weird guys I’ve met, bar nights, relaxation and TV shows, big woop. I realize that I’m not giving my old college roommates credit for maybe caring but I foresee that it’s not going to be any different than what I imagine it. My Friday afternoon nap and going out is just more important; selfish, I know. In my defense, if they weren’t bringing their kids (probably full of snot and germs, ha), I’d go in a heartbeat.

And other than hanging out randomly w/Small Town Girl – whom I am starting to agree w/WB – isn’t the best person for me to hang out with or meeting up w/CuteK, I’ve done the usual and watched TV, including a documentary where a transgender guy, with no morphine or pain killers cut off his 2 ‘oranges’ and then at a different point, cut off his banana, again with no pain killers; it was beyond krazy, ha.
But this weekend will be no krazy shows as that, since I’m again meeting up w/CuteK and honestly, kind of dreading it – mostly because she wants help finding a guy (which is ridiculous to come to me for) but includes going over her online dating profile to proofread!? and what she hopes for, some numbers. I just don’t think I’m good enough or qualified enough to help her. It shall be interesting. And then the next night to entertain and go along w/L-Y’s antics, I’m assuming I’ll be dead if not from physical exhaustion but emotional, ha. I’m hoping for the best with both scenarios.