So, um, yay?

So… My Grand Dating Experience is over. Oh: W never called me after Spain, which… I couldn't decide whether or not to see him, so that took care of that, so, um, yay? And, yeah, so: Skinny Dude dumped me tonight. Awesome! I mean, I've seen him maybe every two weeks, we're very very different, it's not a passionate thing: I got that; I just enjoying getting to know him even though I knew it wasn't going anywhere big and passionate. But he wasn't supposed to BREAK UP with ME. Just… really? Right now?

It's fine, really. I give up.

I read today (yeah, chick lit. bite me.) that there are two kinds of girls: those that eat when they're down and those that… don't. I am officially the eat-everything-not-tied-down type. And I can't. stop. eating. lately. But, you know, it's fine, it doesn't matter if I pork up, whatever. /Pity party

//I think I have some junk food in the kitchen: I shall investigate. Might as well enjoy the wallowing. (Off topic, musing) I really should go buy some ice cream: it's my favorite, and if I'm heading into my biennial junk food binge I should go all out.//

It's early for a midlife crisis, but, you know, I never adhere to a schedule. Sigh. I have no idea what to do next, job-wise. I need to put lots of thought into it. Boy-wise: honestly, right now I don't give a shit. I really… can't be bothered.

That sounds both douchebaggish and assholey, but I don't care.

I need to go somewhere. I need to escape.

I'm poor. Anyone got a beach house?