Life is odd. Why, you ask? I don't know, If I knew why life was odd I would be able to make a shitload of money with that answer, but it just is. And this is going to be random.
I can count the number of real-life friends I have on two hands, and close friends it goes down to one hand, but this fact doesn't make me sad. In fact, I like the fact that I'm discriminating in who I call my friend. People who refer to every single person they know as their friend annoy the hell out of me.
I'm sick, again. It's not really sick as much as some allergies just kicking my ass, but it doesn't change the fact that I absolutely hate it.
I have a paper to write on China's chances of achieving democracy. Yeah. Thrilling life I have, huh?
Women confound me. They have a tendency to send mixed signals at every single opportunity, at least when it comes to me. Then I misread said signals and end up as the "good friend" who later finds out in a drunken declaration that she was "totally into you" when you first met. Yep. I'm clueless with women is the moral of that little tale.
I can count the number of real-life friends I have on two hands, and close friends it goes down to one hand, but this fact doesn't make me sad. In fact, I like the fact that I'm discriminating in who I call my friend. People who refer to every single person they know as their friend annoy the hell out of me.
I'm sick, again. It's not really sick as much as some allergies just kicking my ass, but it doesn't change the fact that I absolutely hate it.
I have a paper to write on China's chances of achieving democracy. Yeah. Thrilling life I have, huh?
Women confound me. They have a tendency to send mixed signals at every single opportunity, at least when it comes to me. Then I misread said signals and end up as the "good friend" who later finds out in a drunken declaration that she was "totally into you" when you first met. Yep. I'm clueless with women is the moral of that little tale.