Well hell. So tonight I try to be all slick and shit and take this girl down to a local coffee shop. Sadly, neither of us has a car, so we had to walk. Not that the walk was all that long or difficult, but it’s an inconvenience. So we walk down to the coffee shop (which takes about 15 to 20 minutes), only to find out that it’s closed. So I’m standing there, mortified because our date is now all fucked up and I don’t look as cool as I was hoping. It didn’t seem to bother her terribly that the coffee shop wasn’t open, so to make up for it we walk to this other coffee place that I know will be open. Then my ex comes along and sits with us for a while, which wasn’t a big deal, but it was pretty weird trying to be on a date and having my ex sitting there talking to us.
I don’t know what the fuck is going on there. Hopefully she finds me interesting. I don’t know. I guess by now you’ve figured out that Morah and I are no longer together. Don’t get all weepy, nothing bad happened. We just decided that it would be the way to go for a while. Perhaps we’ll get back together later, but for now it’s other people for us.
I don’t feel like killing myself all the time, now. Just part of the time. Whatever. All I know is that I want to move to London and live there for a while. Perhaps I could get a job in a pub or something. I don’t know. I probably won’t because I’m a big pussy, but it would certainly be a fun little adventure.0 People like this. Be the first!