Every time I see a girl I get interested in, it blows up in my face.
She gets a boyfriend. She ends up being on drugs. She moves away. Or, if I even make it that far, she rejects me in the harshest way possible.

Imagine of God waved a cookie in the face of a starving child, and when the child reached for it, he raised it up so the child couldn't reach it. And then laughed at him.

And the one time, the ONE time I actually get into a relationship after years of trying...

The girl who shared my first kiss. The only girl that could tolerate my existence.

Right, so i am in my third year of college, which for those of you, who have gone to college knows how stressful and time consuming it is. well Wednesdays i have class from 8AM-2PM back to back and i just so happened to get out 2min early and i was told by instructor previous that a friend of mine had sent me a message via Facebook about practicing today (hes my guitar instructor and the instructor of my friend and we needed to practice our duet for class) so i logged on very quickly checked the message and left a comment on his status saying that i got it. and then immediately went to class.

Every since as long as I can remember, I've always been fat. And, what with starting up my first year in college, I've finally decided to get off my weight and do something. And i'm making nice progress, but, through the tandems of my everyday life, there will always be a couple of instances where I'll see someone who makes me go, "Damn, she ain't bad," and then I'm left feeling insecure about myself. Through the process of regularly watching Adult Swim, I have seen the commercial to Jennifer's Body... what, fifty-seven hundred thousand times every ten minutes?

Okay, so the other day, I hung out with an old friend who apparently is rich. She let me borrow her shorts. She's a size 00 and i'm a size 1 or 3 depending on the jeans and whatnot. Well I didn't want to wear the shorts anymore so i wore my jeans again. The next morning, she text me asking where her shorts are. I told her it was in her closet. She found them and told me they were ripped. Okay? I didn't know. I apologized.

My very arguing girl, made this month and the months to come hell on earth, it started when we decided to move together in a very short notice because it happened that we had to move out of our share houses almost at the same month. I found a very nice apartment down town very modern and excellent design furniture but the Italian freak like to live only on stupid tasteless damp and cold Georgian houses. we end up arguing so bad that I had to break up with her and was late to pay the deposit and the apartment was gone the next day but also my girlfriend as well. she left the country at all.

I feel like whenever I go to the DMV that I'm actually doing the correct thing--updating my address, keeping all those files up to date. Erg, well, I went today to update an address and the guy demanded my SS card--and the driver's handbook does not require that you show it! I asked him, "are you quite certain that I need it?", and he was like, "yeah, if you don't, you can't update your license."

I woke up with a raging hangover this morning but still managed to drive to work, sign in and get settled at my desk without throwing up. It was only after I'd been sat there for thirty minutes with my head in my hands that my boss came over the me and reminded me that I'd been fired last week... for turning up still drunk from the night before! Irony at its best.

This morning we moved into our new home and neither I nor my boyfriend could be bothered to cook dinner. We ordered an Indian from the local takeaway but when it arrived 30 minutes later it was cold and tasted disgusting so my boyfriend took it back. Apparently it was being cooked by a white man in a microwave. He didn't see the irony or the funny side!

I am not a fan of the police and when they stopped me in my car for no apparent reason, I was a little bit angry. They approached me, looking all around the car and said," is this your car sir"? My reply, well it's an automatic but I do need to be here!

I worked as a security guard and was helping a lady, a man butted in, I knew who he was. He shouted "do you know who I am" I got my radio and told the office I need a doctor, I have someone who doesn't know who they are...