I have to interrupt the train of entries just to mention a hillarious conversation I had with someone!

Katja: Osky, I’m looking for a boyfriend damnit!
Osky: Okay, what are you looking for in a guy? You know I know people who are good at finding people for others!
Katja: Uhm, a guy!
Osky: A little more specific?
Katja: I want a boyfriend who knows how to suck cock.
Osky: Oh I see, so you want a bisexual boyfriend?
Katja: No, oh my god Osky are youe stupid or something?
Osky: No I just thought because you said…
Katja: My Buddah, I want a gay boyfriend don’t you get it?
Osky: I guess not, but doesn’t that mean…
Katja: I knew you wouldn’t understand, why can’t you just acccept me for who I am.

Now is that wack, or is that wack? Just about the funniest thing thats happend to me in weeks, but I can’t help but wonder if she was joking the whole time. Maybe I don’t even want to know! 😮

So should I be remembering or caring about things that happend in 2001/2002? My gut instinct says no, but apparently things go otherwise. People say that having a good memory is a gift; but for me, it’s always been a curse that makes things a million times worse.

So what suppurred the, lay in bed, crying, all upset, fall alseep for a nap and never wanting to get up mood? I just had a memory about someone that I was in love with a few years ago.

So I tell the story, abbreviated and with names hidden, and events generalized.
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