me rindo.

i'm not sure if it was the five straight hours of SATC (season three - i was deprived of HBO when this show was in its heyday so i feel like i missed out on something and am trying to make up for it) or the fact that i fell asleep at three and woke at 9:30 that has me down, but ya. me rindo. i give up. if all i'm attracted to is players, i'll just stop looking. it's boring dating players. i mean for f*ck's sake, the last guy i went out with couldn't even commit to a specific location at a particular time. give me a f*cking break!!!!! (oh P.S. i wasn't at home, went down to chi-town and stayed with Lizsa and experienced wrigleyville while sober - something i'll be sure to not soon repeat - honestly it was like walking down green street; one would have to be drunk in order to enjoy one's self. all people my age looking to prolong their college years into their adult lives. please.)

so i'm a clean slate. i am seeing no one. i have a crush on no one. hell sew me back up b/c i'm becoming a born-again virgin by default! which is ok, because of the player addiction i could never relax enough to actually enjoy it. so...

i'm just in a bad mood because i'm cranky due to lack of sleep. some vogue fall fashion edition and some Helen Fielding (Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination - you know of HF because she wrote the bridget jones books) and some quality sleep should have me off to and running tomorrow morning.

aw and i was going to go garbage picking with my mexican friends. ok that sounds trashy but i need to find some trashy chairs that we can just leave outside for when we have fires. honestly, you're not going to pay five bucks for a chair that will be out in the rain forever and might even melt (yes one of our chairs melted b/c the fire was really big) so why not pick up ones that people are throwing out? they don't have to look nice. they just have to be able to withstand numerous abuses by multiple asses.