Though it would have never been discovered had I not revealed it here, it is true that the subject of my blog was a crude rip off of Oreo's; "Milk's Favorite Cookie" theme.
What can I say.
I'm a rebel. Copyright laws be darned, for I am here to thwart thee.

In all seriousness though, I have this bruise on my leg and it's shaped a bit like Oregon.
Of course I could just be projecting all over this innocent bruise because there's a lot of things in the world that a slightly oblong rectangular shape with a little bite taken out of the top could resemble. A sandwich for instance.
Ok that's actually all I can come up with right now but it's not because the world is devoid of rectangular bitten shapes it's because it's 10:20pm, 5 day's after daylight savings time ended so in my head it's still 11:20pm and I am up an hour and 20 minutes past the acceptable time before my mind and any shred of intellectual ability goes down the crapper.

Speaking of which my toilet keeps running. I'm not sure what to make of it. First hand I came to the conclusion it was broken, but upon reflection it's also come to light that my toilet may just be defining it's presence in my household. Toilets need love too. Probably love that doesn't involve dumping a load in them. If the latter is the case my toilet is going to live an emo scene kid kind of life because I have more than enough responsibilties in my life to worry about other than my toilets feelings. It can run all it wants, it's only getting cleaned once every other week and if it wants a more fashionable seat cover it can save the pennies that build up on it's tank and buy it's own.

A friend I used to work with once commented on my habit of turning inanimate objects into personalities. What can I say, it's a hypothesis. I was going to say theory, and in fact had typed that first but another friend from work informed me that a theory is something that is backed up with facts, and I happen to know that a fact is something that can be proved or disproved, but I have no fact's about my feelings on this subject to prove or disprove, just raw gut emotion and a lead pipe in case someone dares to argue against me, so for now the inanimate object personality question shall remain a hypothesised state untill a rock verbally thanks me for not kicking it and I happen to catch the gratitude on video. Because we all know video never lies.

***Disclaimer*** I feel I should mention here as a sidenote, as it has been sidenoted to me previously that not everybody gets my sense of humor, you should only take about .01% of what I say seriously, almost everything else is libelous slander and malarkey.
It would be awesome if they would make a sarcasm font. A font that while people were reading it, it would clearly get the message across the words being read are dripping with rancor irony and are not something to be taken seriously. I'm not sure how that could be accomplished which I suppose is why such a thing doesn't exist, yet, but I remain hopeful. ***End Disclaimer***

Does anybody know how to explain to me what happens in the world of mirrors throughout the day. Not exactly in a "through the looking glass" fashion but more in a, when i leave for work in the morning and take a last glance at myself I, more often than not, am satisfied that I look alright enough. And throughout the day more glances are stolen as I come and go from the bathroom and my home on lunch, the more I glance the more I start turning into this haggard tired looking cow. The whole thing is very Dorian Gray except with a mirror instead of a portrait. By the time I get home from work and get Mackenzie to bed and David's done playing video games, I get one last unwanted look in the mirror since there's one right in front of our bed and I swear I must be the oldest 24 year old on the planet in terms of looks. I don't understand it. 

David has just arrived karate chopping his hand at me in a motion that suggests he's telling me to get off the computer, presumably because "it's time for bed". The funny part about that is as soon as I get up he's going to plonk his happy ass down and say "I'm putting on something to watch!" as he peruses his facebook and the Berric's website. 

At any rate, good night.

    

My brain is still bleeding a little bit from the mental lashing it recieved at work today.

I can't believe how many people are just gone. Just like that. Why did they have to be all the people i associate with!? LoL save for like 2 people I've lost all my buddies at work. LAME.

Anyway. Turned in an application at HD Smith last night, not sure if anything will come of that or not but we'll see I guess. I don't mind my job at wells fargo  honestly, i mean.. its a job. its a call center, its not like I thought i was going to be doing the awesome work of the rock god's or anything. and i get paid decently enough that i can (generally) afford all my bills and still have money leftover for toys for mackenzie and me. the only thing i don't like about it is that i seem to keep losing the friends i make there. GAY.

Oh well. Thats life. Thats what all the people say. Your riding high in April, shot down in May. Frank Sinatra is the man.

So i've had way to much fun on youtube looking up all my old cartoons and I thought I'd share them with you. prepare yourself for awesomeness on a level that could only be provided in the late 80's abd early 90's, and some from before that because my dad was a big believer in making things retro in the Richards household.

 




ok so this ones a little more recent than the rest



the gargoyles were always so INTENSE. my version of soap operas.




this was the "serious one" that was on saturday mornings



this is the "silly one" that i used to watch every other morning before i went to school.



i always wanted to be rogue because she hung out with gambit all the time and was occasionally his girlfriend.




she had the best outfits ever.




i used to have all of these stuffed animals and videos.






happy to say i still have my popples




he stayed my friend telling me his ridiculous little tape stories (with accompanying book) clear through highschool before my mom sold him at a garage sale. i'm still bitter over this.




















ok ok seriously i'd love to keep posting more of these cuz god knows i could but i'm over the copy/paste manuever right now, and i think i've prolly clearly illustrated what a giant dork i was and still am. trust me tho when i say, theres more where those come from. i didn't even get to post fraggle rock, snorks, sharky and george, she-ra, gi joe, transformers, my little pony's, rainbow brite, or care bears, but i kinda figured everyone would be expecting those (or most of them anyway).


I'm off to bed now with visions of awesome cartoons dancing in my head.

I've got Rick Astley on the brain ... "Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down..." Ahhh son of a bee. I'm going to be singing this for a week now.


So what do I have to say to you. What words can I offer the 2 people (which may be greatly pushing it and setting extremely high standards I realize, but I like to err on the side of optimism) that actually read these.


I feel like its time for something. I recieved 2 interesting pieces of mail that were actually not bills today. One was a class action settlement against wal-mart/sams club in which i might be entitled to a whole $50. Woot. Mostly I just took it as amusing rather than serious, what with sams club having royally butt fuckingly kicked me when i was down not to long ago and all. Have fun counting out that $25,000,000 your shelling out to everyone who you pissed on douchebags. Last in first out indeed.
The second was some lame advertisement to some internet college i apparently "expressed interest" in last year and never acted on, so now they're woo-ing me with half of "tuition". How you pay tuition to the internet, i'm not entirely clear, i was never comfortable with internet colleges... it seems so... fake. But the general college message behind it made me seriously start considering, with my responsibilities to my daughter and working full time... it may be the way to go (online courses offered through an actual college like lincoln land or UIS) to get some core's out of the way, and get one step closer to my ultimate goal... teaching. It's time for something.


We'll see what comes of that epiphany. It's not the first time I've had it, but it is the first time i looked in the mirror afterward and realized i'm a 23 year old loser, rapidly running out of time before i can no longer amend the circumstances and make something of myself, and instead become another paycheck to paycheck dwelling temp desperately hoping to make it through the next round of lay-offs at a job i don't even really want to be at.


My tooth is falling out of my head.
It's true. The one cavity I've had is rearing its ugly decaying head and ripping the soul and guts out of my molar. It's evidentally decided that the tooth deserves the painful embarrassing death of being hollowed out to an empty shell full of nothing but destroyed hopes of gnawing down a good chunk of steak and eventual altogether disintegration while the villanous accomplice to gingivitis attempts to search out another unwilling captor. Crest and Act III restorative mouthwash don't fail me now.
Hey wanna make out now?
I heard a story that at some point I should have had the filling taken out and the cavity refilled to maintain it. I guess the giant flaw in the plan was when i stopped going to the dentist when i turned 18. Dang.
 Good story.
The moral is brush and floss kids. Gingivitis is a bitch. Cavities are even worse.



On another note.
Events upcoming that I am excited for:

RIFFTRAX!!! Aug 20th. Yay everything.

Ludo Concert with joann Oct 22.

Another Texas trip in November

And worked in there somewhere a Reno road trip to see my most beloved BFF Morgan whom I miss dearly and wish was still here suffering the hard boring life in Springfield with me. You can never have to many allies in hell. I'm thinking September is a good time for this. Good weather. Plenty of time to find a weekend babysitter. There's merit in September, its what I'll aim for.


And that'll about do her. Nothing Further.

1. Go to www.photobucket.com (don't sign in)

2. Type in your answer to the question in the "search" box

3. Use only the first page

 4. Copy the html and paste for the answer.

1. What's your first name?




2. What is your relationship status?


 
3. What is your favorite color?


4. Who is your celebrity crush?



5. What are you listening to right now?



6. whats your favorite movie?



 7. What is your favorite Disney Princess?



8. Name an alcoholic beverage?



 9. Where is your dream vacation?


10. What is your favorite dessert?



 11. What do you want to do when you grow up?



12. What do you love most in life?

 

Those days.
Those achingly gorgeous days when the weather is everything you've ever wanted but your life is nowhere near where you want it to be.
Your making money, your doin work, your sorting it out, your getting shit done, but somehow you've managed not to get any of the shit done you've actually been planning on. Things keep happening. Life keeps getting in the way of the ultimate agenda.
The plan to go back to school and get your degree... things keep happening... i'll do it next semester, its no big. Then your 23 years old and don't even have a freshman's worth of credits under your belt.
I'm going to get a new job, I'm not going to be a temp forever. Once I get my degree I'll have the job I want and I'll be doing what I want to do, and I'll be getting paid for it and I won't still be living paycheck to paycheck working a job just to get me by for the time being. Then your 30 and your celebrating 7 year anniversary at your temp job that you still haven't been hired on full time by the company at.
I'm not going to live in this crap apartment forever. It's to small and falling apart at the seams. I'm going to get a nicer place to live. Maybe buy a house... Once I get my real job I'll be able to move out of here and with all the money I'll have saved up I can put a solid down payment on a house. Suddenly your 35 and you're living on month to month terms in the same apt because your land lady knows its not like your going anywhere so she can trust you not to bail on her because you've lived there for 12 years now.
I'll get out of this town someday. I'm not going to be stuck here. I'll go back to where I want to be, I'll move somewhere new. I'll have friends again. I'll have a life again. I'll show my daughter the world. I'll get married. I'll lead the life I've always dreamed of. I'll make sure my daughter lives her life the way she wants to. I'll die knowing she has everything she'll ever need or want.


... Next semester. It'll happen. It's always next semester. Funny how much depends on next semester and how the more things that stack up depending on it, the farther away it gets.
Is this really where I'm at? Is this really where I'm going to be forever?
I want to do something about it. I keep telling myself I'm going to do something about it. Then something happens. Something always happens. Is that because thats how life works or is that because internally i'm to big of a puss to take the steps?
I don't want to be this person. I don't want my daughter to see this as an example of the way life should be led.

I need to do something. Now.

SO! ... .I was reading through some old journal entries on EL JAY haha and i found this one (which incidentally i think also got crossposted on SG back in the day when i was still active on the site) and it made me laugh so hard i figured i'd ressurrect it and share again today because thats just the sort of awesome lady i am. Before i do my cope/paste manuever however, i wanted to share that MACKENZIE JANE, the most awesome lil girl on the planet, can now sit up all on her own. She's getting so big.
Ok so here you go, Hilarious old blog copy/paste manuever GO:
I've only really been looking for a job since this morning, when my dad finally decided i've sat on my ass and slept in long enough and it was time to find a new job for real, and I'm already fucking sick of it. I hate going into places sounding like a jackass "derrrhehehe you give me job!!" I don't know. The whole asking for an application process kind of sucks, then filling it out and turning it back in. And if your doing this somewhere like a restaurant, than all the people that already work there stare at you like your a fucking martian and you feel absolutely ludacris for ever thinking of turning in an application somewhere because the only distinct vibe you have leaving the joint is what an ass you just made of yourself no matter how suave you tried to come off. Its the same in retail stores, ESPECIALLY in the mall. Jesus Christ, as if the mall is some fucking giant fraternity and sorority permanently socializing at a mixer, and you weren't invited. How dare you think of turning in an application anywhere at the mall aside from the god damned food court unless your a friend of a friend of someone very cool or radiate out that "i'm a rich bitch and i don't even need a job i just want to hang out with my friends and maybe pick up a guy or two" vibe. God i fucking loathe the mall. Probably why I'll never actually apply for a job in one. Unless its a mall going out of business cuz its trashy and the position i'm applying for is the person that blows the whole thing up. I'd get some satisfaction out of that. Its not even that I'm not a social kid or that I didn't have friends working at the mall or anything like that... its just the whole attitude that happens as soon as you walk thru the door. Kids walking around the mall like their shit don't stink [especially if your an employee of the mall, you either walk around like royalty or else you master the bored look and act as though youhate life, when really you probably begged for that job], and that everyones looking at them and if they're not-then they damn well should be. Ugh. Gag me. My favorite are the tiny girls and boys... like the middle school to sophomore in highschool level kids. The girls walk around looking trashier than $2 hoes on Ash Street, like being a hooker was just what they were genetically programmed to be which is why when its 18 degrees outside and everyone else in the city is wearing fucking eskimo gear, these girls walk around in strappy clear heeled stripper heels, mini skirts, and what i'll call a tube top out of courtesy but its more like a headband that conviently fits around their 12 year old boobs. We'll not even get into their make-up, I don't have the time. [Also a longtime favorite of mine, the girls that walk around in pajamas. This gives off the "i don't care what people think of me" vibe, when really they have strategically planned cutesy pajama bottoms, and sometimes go as far as to include big puffy marshmellow slippers, and probably spent the last hour looking in the mirror trying to master that "i just rolled out of bed" look. These girls walk around in packs and sneer at everyone else who bothered to put on jeans and make snide comments about how pathetic some people are who just want attention. News Flash hunnies, your not fooling anybody. Nobody rolls out of bed with perfect kohl rimmed eyes and matching accesories for their pajama pants. FYI: you look fucking ridiculous. And I definitely do include all the girls that think the sweat pants with words written on their ass like "angel" or "princess" or "i love pink" into this category. If your going to go thru all that effort to look effortlessly cute, you might as well just slap on some jeans. They flatter your ass better than flowy cutesy pajama bottoms or sweat pants anyway] And the guys, 15 year old K-Fed White Chocolate eminem wannabe's trying to smooth talk the 19 year old girl ringing up their new $45 dumbass to big for their head hat and matching bling. These are the guys that walk around the mall in packs like terrified sheep with their chests all puffed out DRENCHED in curve cologne like they just bathed in it for a week, and talk like someone that was rejected from the white rapper show and they're being herded by the hooker sheep dogs, and going pretty much whereever the bitchiest ones seem to tell them to go. Anyone else noticed that? Being an absolute bitch, has become the cool thing to do. I am screwed. I may be a smartass, but when it comes to ordering around prepubescent high schoolers, and letting them lick the dog shit off my bootheel, i just don't have the stomach for it. I also like the "loners". These guys are probably my favorites. They travel in packs as well. Big packs of rain cloudy loneliness. They make fun of everything, and hate everything. They don't usually buy anything, why would they, they hate everything. They attack unsuspecting victims in the traditional drive-by method, of walking by at an accelerated pace and someone within the middle of the posse who's protected by the outer shell will mutter something over their shoulder as the whole crew than proceeds to power walk to the nearest store or escalator to escape any possible retaliation just in case someone actually heard them. Once they're a safe distance away they all congratulation each other on how bad they just burned that preppy bitch. Who at least one of them is inevitably in love with by the way. I'm not going to get into the Goths, Punks, Skaters, or other various rebels right now, I'll leave that for another blog when I'm bored once again. And there will probably also be quite an epic written down about the fucking old woman who feel the need to power walk thru the mall because its cheaper and more social then getting a god damn gym membership and not as cold as running outside like all the other considerate cheap bastards in desperation of getting in shape do. I almost got mauled down by a pack of these crochety old bitches once and it was horrifying. See, obviously I've spent my fair share of time in malls, so all this probably is semi-hypocritical, however my time at the mall is mostly spent going from the entrance closest to my destination, going in, getting what i need, and leaving as fast as my chuck taylors will allow me to. Sometimes its slippery. And sometimes if I have the right company and no other real plans, My companion and I will claim a bench for the day and just watch the passers by and observe the teenage breeding ground without disturbing it and see if anything has changed. It never does. Although I haven't sat in the mall and people watched for quite sometime because my partner in crime in that aspect has somewhat gone off the radar. I'm taking applications for a new companion. It's like a once a month kind of gig when theres nothing else to do and its not quite happy hour yet, and i pay in good company, smartass jokes, and the occasional dinner on me when I'm feeling spunky.

I don't get kids today. I was at a fucking McDonalds the other night and there was a group of girls nearby who looked like 30 year old raunchy strippers, and had the vocabulary to back it up. Come to find out they were 15 (and one 16 year old) and "ugh, this is just what we wear grandma, don't be jealous just because we's got what you only wish you had". Yep. This is what a 15 year old said to me. Then her mommy and daddy came and picked her and her friends up and magical coats appeared out of their vaginas the completely covered up all traces of the fact that they just got done working the corner, and make-up melted off like ice cream in the sun, and out went prancing 4 15 year olds and one 16 year old like cherub angels, into Mommy and Daddy's green van. Seriously... I hate to be judgemental of people but the way the youth of today looks, Not only do I weep for the future, but I feel absolutely terrible for the generation after that. Their only influences will be us incredible old farts, and the generation of child hookers and pimps that came before them. Shame.

Oh hey. Figured I'd update on life. Then started typing and realized I really don't feel like it.

I'm a comfortador.

Instead I'm just going to ramble about whatever the fuck I want.

Mackenzie is doing really well, she's becoming cuter every day <33 love her. She's starting to sit up on her own and stuff, it almost makes me kind of sad lol I miss when she was little and tiny still haha.

In other news... Sam's Club has done absolutely nothing for my already deep seeded hatred for stupid people. I do not, for the life of me, understand some people. Now if you call and ask to make a payment over the phone and we tell you, We're sorry, we don't do that, What the fuck in your tiny lil arrogant self involved brain makes you think SCREAMING at me is going to change my mind and then I'll say oh ok, for you, sure why not. GTFO!!! I hate everyone. Especially these people, not all of them do it on purpose mind you but that doesn't make it any less irritating, that feel the need to fling their thier stupid crap at me. "I have a return" PLOMP dump their shit out on the desk and then flick their cards at me. I've developed a habit of picking them up and flicking them back at them. Some people have noticed the very evil look in my eye and they kind of mellow out after that and others just don't seem to notice that they're about a verb away from me punching them in the face. Its prolly a really good thing I actually NEED this job or i'd prolly have murdered someone by now. It's slowing down now apparently since holidays are over and now its just kind of boring but idc, its money and its not like the absolute worst thing I could be doing.

Ugh. Its pretty close tho.

Anyway. I have this whole problem with fake boobs these days. They're everywhere. I used to sort of appreciate them because lets face it... everyone loves boobs, but lately... Idk. For instance... anyone watched rock of love tour bus lately?? HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE WOMEN. Those aren't even the nice kind of fake boobs. Those are stripper fake boobs. Those ones that look like they're rock hard. Not very appealing at all. Actually lets just discuss the women of rock of love tour bus in general for a second. Gross. Ok done. I think theres one that i thought was kinda cute, but for the most part... ick. I almost died laughing at the first elimination thing when that one chic was standing there posing in her lil red swimsuit get up. I laughed so hard i choked on a french fry. WTF was she doing!? I dunno if anyone else saw it but the camera was panning around all the girls and when it passed over her she was standing there in this awkward half lean playboy pose in her red swimsuit and clear stripper heels with her lips all puckered lol, it was the funniest thing i've ever seen.

Ok so ya. I'm done with that now. I don't really feel like speaking of depressing things so I'm not gonna. Which pretty much means this blog is over now lol. Lifes kinda rough these days don't worry though, i'm working it out, i always do.

Going to see morgan soon! WOOT WOOT! as soon as she tells me if the dates and the flight i picked are cool. I don't think there are enough happy words in the english language to describe  how stoked i am i miss that damn woman.

Ok, well... time for another beer and more robot chicken.

SO. Two jobs is a lot more interesting than I thought it would be. I mean Ive had two jobs before, I mean hell at one point I had 3 jobs BUT... never with a child to take care of at the same time. (That child is doing fabulous btw, but we'll talk about that later). The portrait studio is definitely my favorite, its so much fun, and I got the hang of it so much faster than I thought it would. I've always been better at learning stuff by being thrown in head first though, you can pretty much put me through all the training in the world and I still won't get it untill I've actually done it once. One time, thats all it takes. Yeah... I'm pretty neat that way. I'm going to be kind of heartbroken if I end up having to quit the portrait studio I can't lie, the girls I work with are awesome and its just so freaking... fun. Sigh, keep your fingers crossed that it won't come to that. Sams Club.... .................................... is.... well you know. I mean its more or less exactly what Moogs told me it would be. Its not hard, although at the last second they did kind of change up my status and decide to put me behind the member service desk instead of being a cashier but it was kind of a big pay raise bump up so I wasn't gonna argue. Today was only my second day there and I finished all their crazy CBL things earlier than they thought I was going to... they only loaded me up with like 35 of them I had to take and most of them I had to get a 100 on to move on... ghey... *ahem* anyway.... so they threw me down on the floor behind the desk early and I got to annoy the crap out of everyone working by following them around and lurking over them watching how they did stuff so you know... that was neat.

Missssss Mackenzie Jayne will be starting daycare Monday the 1st *hopefully*, my appt to get her enrolled and such is next wednesday and they said I will be able to start bringing her in the following Monday, so here's hoping they weren't lying, now all I gotta do is figure out how to get her taken care of untill then. Which I can't lie is getting very tricky. It's only 2 more weeks, less than that actually but its a lot harder than I thought it would be. My dad ended up calling into work today so he could watch her for me so I didn't have to call into Sams Club on my second day. I did have to call into the portrait studio though so he could get work done in the afternoon at least and they were a little less than thrilled about it but I think my boss understood she's a pretty cool lady. David had to call into work yesterday for the first part of his shift and it was the first time he's ever done that so they forgave him for it but we're both getting worried, we don't want to step on anyones toes, either one of losing a job right now would kind of spell doom. And I did find out that my dad has all week next week off so he said he doesn't really want to have to watch her everyday but he'll be there if I need him, so that makes things a little easier. Just keep your fingers crossed that my childcare assisstance pulls through and she can start at Building Blocks asap =) Hope*Hope*Hope*Hope*Hope*  

So ya. Thats pretty much all I got for an update right now. I"m really sorry to say to all my Texas lovelies that I'm not gonna be down for Thanksgiving as planned, I can't get the time off from either job due to the whole craziness of Black Friday and all that. Damn you retail stores. I'm sorry guys, But we are still moving down there rest assured!!! February we will be there! Thank God. I can't last through an entire winter here again. I hate it. I hate the fucking snow, I hate the ice, I hate being cold, I hate it all. So ya.

I'm going to take a shower now and pass out, Gotta be at the first job at 10 tomorrow and I'll be working clear untill 8 when I get outta job number 2, Then Saturday I work 1-7 at job number 2 only and then... in theory... I might actually get Sunday off! Eeek! I doubt it though. Fuckers. Ok... Well...

Morgan I miss you!! I'm sorry I missed your call tonight my phone was charging, I shall call you tomorrow on the way home from job number 2!

Everyone else... Have a good night! Wish me luck with all my craziness right now, I can use all the help I can get lol

Here's the thing... I read/see/hear all kinds of people girls and boys both bitching non fucking stop about their lack of understanding of the opposite sex. "I don't understand why I can't get a good man" "I can't stand when she does these fucking mind games" "I just wish he would listen to me" "I don't understand what shes trying to say, why can't she just come out and say what she means" "How am I supposed to know how fill in the blank feels about me when they always do fill in the blank or act like fill in the blank around fill in the blank." WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH. And then theres these awesome little Girls Read This or Guys Need to Know This bulletins and blogs that go around that just make me want to kill everything. Your all retarded. Your stupid little fucking lists of what you want to happen or what you think the opposite sex should know or things that they do that drive you nuts... GTFO. Your dumbass lists drive ME nuts. Bottom line my darlings look: you want a guy to appreciate you, get your head outta your ass, release your deathgrip on his balls, stop acting like your certifiable and quit going out with douchebags. Because guess what, for the most part, if a guy doesn't appreciate you from date number one... he's not going to on date number 30 either. If you choose to keep seeing the same type of guys over and over again your just dicking yourself over so why don't you do us all a favor and quit bitching about it, We stopped caring after the 18th carbon copy boyfriend you broke up with because he didn't appreciate you the way you felt you deserved. And guys... quit bitching about chics mind games. I happen to be a chic, I have quite a few friends that are chics and I don't know what kind of fucked up divas you manage to find but more often than not those mind games you think we're playing on you are all in your fucked up conspiracy theory loving mind. For most of us normal girls around, when you ask whats wrong and we say nothing... it either means A)nothing or B)we don't want to fucking talk to you about it so quit asking. It does NOT mean "keep asking me whats wrong untill both our heads explode because it'll make me feel like you care". It also does not mean "I'm saying nothing now and in a few minutes when you leave I'm going to call you and yell at you for not asking me what was wrong the right way and then unleash a volcanic eruption of all my inner thoughts and issues stemming back from when i was a god damn zygote." Now I know why you think this... its because there actually are some girls out there who do this. They're pretty easy to spot though, they're the ones that have the flashing signs on their asses that say "bat shit insane". They start to really light up and become more obvious by date number 2 or 3, and yet you motherfuckers that feel the need to bitch about their mind games will continue to date them and whine about how miserable you are when she acts like that. Shut.Up.

Ugh. Seriously, if your too fucking stupid to use common sense when approaching someone you think you might want to get with someday then how bout you just tuck away your sex organs for a year or two and maybe read some books or develop some basic people skills before dashing into the fray and making things seem so much more complicated than they have to be.