Ironic...

I've been pretty stressed out the past couple of weeks (in case you couldn't tell) what with the falling apart of a relationship that means alot to me and my impending masters application due date trauma so I haven't been very, what you might call...nice lately. And one of the manifestations of my not so niceness (they are numerous and varied) is a tendency to not answer my phone. Or return phone calls. Not because I don't want to talk to the person calling me specifically, but more because I don't want to talk to anybody. I don't want to be all sketchy and weird and have to go through the whole ordeal of explaining why I'm so sketchy and weird. Because I'm really tired of explaining things. So tired in fact that I'd rather gouge my own eye out with a spoon to be perfectly frank (which is kind of a weird expression if you think about it...why does the word frank have so many unrelated meanings? it's a name, it's a food, it's a state of being...weird I tell you). So today I was feeling kind of frisky and maybe even a little optimistic about the world and it was too wet to walk the doglet so I decided to take myself out for a yummy brunch (I do like the brunching) and then head over to the coffee shop to finish up my ever so stressful application letter (I still have no idea why this is so difficult for me - it really doesn't need to be) in comfort. But at the last minute I opted not to go to my usual coffee shop so as to not risk running into a certain hot tibetan whose phone calls I haven't returned all week because of my retarded mental state. Which seemed like a sensible decision. Why deal with things now when you can put them off until next week? So who do I run into in this alternate coffee shop? Exactly. The very same hot tibetan. Because that's just how these things work. My horoscope for this week told me not to be sneaky. That it wouldn't work out. One should always listen to ones horoscope. Unless of course it tells you something you don't like in which case you should crumple it up immediately and lapse into a comforting state I like to call denial. Anyway, it wasn't an awful run-in or anything and he was on his way somewhere so I only had to give him the short version explanation of why I hadn't returned his calls rather than the full-blown freakout version which was really quite okay with me. The moral of the story? Whatever. I have no morals. Ha ha. But seriously, no moral. I was just babbling because that's what I do. Okay bye!