fly fishing for someone to move me... master baiter.

ahhhh fuck! what the fuck is going on? why is my ex boyfriend from like, 12 years ago sending me youtube videos about stoner parodies. i mean, i love it, but i'm not sure why i have his email address and why we have been emailing each other (alcohol makes you forget things). actually, i know why. i wanted to send him this fucking weird video about conspiracy theories. and then he sends me videos of mock stoners. wtf. whatever, the videos are funny. i laughed a lot. also, i might be totally in love with my ex boyfriend but i still can't figure that one out yet. ummm... i hope he never reads this.

anyways.

i'm trying to pack. haha
no i'm not.
i'm sitting by my computer writing about how i should be packing.
i bought this sweatshirt from the goodwill bins and i love it. i really fucking adore it. its purple and it is stained with bleach and i have tried to get rid of it a couple of times but i have never succeeded. its one of those things that you know you don't really need; that you know only coast about 75 cents; that you know can easily be replaced; that you know you really don't care about. but. but you love it. i need a sweatshirt that is stained because that means its already dirty and if i make it more dirty, no one will presumably notice. i need a sweatshirt that only cost 75 cents because i already bought it and it only cost about 75 cents. i need a sweatshirt because i plan on considering running again, for athletic reasons, and i like to wear this sweatshirt when i do that sort of shit.
i'm going to keep it. again.

okay also... let's just get the record straight here... i think i might be in love with every boy that has ever said hi to me. but. the particular one mentioned earlier is a very special person in my life, one that i want in my life forever. and i'm completely available to meet new people. just saying. 

so.
back to the fact that i'm not packing.
maybe i'm not packing because i don't want to move.
ummm.... maybe. probably not, though.
i think i'm not packing because i'm a procrastinator.
ya know, procrastination is like masturbation... in the end, your just fucking yourself.