Hmm...

~*~You aren't going to be his first, his last, or his only. He's loved before, he will love again. But if he loves you now, what else matters? He's not perfect. You aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can. He isn't going to quote poetry, he's not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you part of him that he knows you can break. Don't hurt him, don't change him. Don't expect more than he can give. Don't analyze. Smile when he makes you happy. Yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he's not there. Love hard when there is love to be had.~*~

This may quite possibly be one of the truest phrases ever spoken. And even though I hate that fat bitch Abby...I couldn't help but steal it from her profile.

This has the potential to be one of those sappy tug-at-your-heartstrings kind of entry...but I'm going to try to avoid it, simply because I'm not sure who's gonna read it and I'm not in the mood to bear the repercussions of that.

I suppose, to generalize, it all comes down to the fact that I am physically incapable of dating...for some reason, I just can't do it. I suck at this game and perhaps it is time I just give it up. Nate-o...you can attest to this fact, yes? For whatever reason, my life seemed to be a lot less complicated when I was single and just whoring around...I didn't have to see any of those people more than once or twice, or at least...never had to engage in conversation or romantics. (ok--so it may not have been quite that bad, but it was close). It isn't so much that I'm unhappy...because I am actually very happy. But given the fact that I'm excessively neurotic...and have been off the meds a little too long...I am the queen of overanalyzing absolutely everything. Both a blessing and a curse, I guess.

On a semi-related note....there's a good possibility of a New Year's bash at my place....