Why not? It’s my world. I posted it on my usually neglected myspace blog, but I’ll put it here too…
so it’s a weird time in the life of your beloved katster. i’m broke, i’m tired and i think i might be lonely. when i find myself contemplating people i haven’t seen in 15 years–gosh, wonder what ever happened to tamim? or kooky mahala? or all the bitches scott slept with?–then i suppose it’s pretty safe to say i’m a little lonely.
i thought very briefly in a moment of weakness that i might be ready to date again. and when my ex announced he was oh-so-dateable-and-he-thinks-i’m-just-jealous, yep, then i felt like i’d better have a date for every night of the week and a few extra just for lunchtime giggles.
in reality, ack, no, i really can’t handle dating and being rejected and rejecting other people and all that right now (“now” being a little after 11 PM on a Fri night, i can change my mind about this at any point). what i really want is someone to just send me flowers (gerber daisies please) and fabulous gifts and leave me the hell alone.
“but kat, didn’t you just say you were lonely?”
oh yeah. i did. and i am. but i think being lonely sometimes is healthy. gives you room to think about the kinds of people you do and don’t want around. for example, there are a couple numbers in my cell phone i think i could call (well, text, you know i don’t actually call anyone EVER) right this instant, and voila, there would be a companion on my doorstep.
but i don’t want that. i don’t want a booty call. and i don’t want someone who wants me to take care of them. and i really don’t want to listen to an earful of problems. and most importantly, tonight i don’t want a wet spot on my side of the bed, and since it’s ALL my bed and thus all my side, well, there ya go. sorry, i am known for oversharing at times, my bad.
i do want attention. i want to be lavished with gifts and then i want to be left alone. i want to wear mismatched flannel pajamas and read books and eat ice cream for dinner.
but by tomorrow, i could want a line of eligible bachelors at my door…in addition to oversharing, i’m also ridiculously moody. i think the best thing for everyone to do is go ahead and send me gifts, you can just leave them on the doorstep and scamper away, and also pull together lists of eligible heterosexual employed bachelors in the asheville area that shower with regularity and don’t live with their moms. thank you, and good night.
***in a PS to this blog, someone on myspace pointed me in the direction of my former roommate mahala’s myspace page after i posted this. so now i know where she is these days! the internet is a cool thing. i am still, however, looking for all the eligible bachelors to line up at my door.