My youngest sister has a blog. I find that really hilarious. I think its main purpose is to post pictures of her and her friends and provide a forum for them all to tell each other how awesome and hott they are. It's kind of endearing when I ignore the fact that 50 year old hairy men are looking at pictures of her. And no, I'm not going to link it because (a) you would discover that my 13 year old sister is much cuter than me and never come back here again and (b) I don't want her to know I've found her out because then she would stop believing that I am psychic when I tell her that "I sense that you might have a crush on this boy named Jack" and "I have this feeling that you borrowed my jeans again".
I received an e-mail from a former love interest who is currently spending his parent's money back-packing through Europe (by back-packing I mean staying at 5 star hotels and soaking in culture). He wishes to see me upon his return. I said okay, but I really meant no thanks. I do that a lot. Being tangled up with someone who might very well still be in the deepest love with you while you are little more than half interested is risky business. I should know, it happens a lot and I don't say that because I am conceited, even though I am. I say it mostly because I tend to get involved with emotionally and psychologically unstable people who liken me to some sort of obsessive habit.
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