My boring-ass life...

Hello Blog, good to see you again.

*shakes Blog's hand*

As usual, I've been neglectful of my blog.

I find it hard to balance work, play, and other life stuff to find time for it. Like anyone, I often come home from work exhausted, and in the mood for eating, followed by a 16-hour nap. And the 16-hour nap is an alien concept for me. As in "that never happens".

Also, my life isn't that interesting.

Alot of the stuff I think or feel is barely even interesting to me, and probably much less so for someone else. I'd be posting things like "I counted 2 groundhogs on the way to work this morning". Or "Work was lame", or "I'd rather be a rich porn star". Redundant stuff.

I've also been busy dating these last 2 weeks. I was excited at first, and having a blast with a girl who seems to genuinely like me (or so I thought). But taking a break from the girl, I've been reflecting on it and how it's turning into me going 90% of the distance, and her going maybe 10. Add to that the fact that everything is more or less controlled by her, and for her benefit. For example, she doesn't want anything serious (whereas I do), and so I aquiesce, not pressing the issue.

I've also paid for everything over the course of 5-or-so dates, bought her shoes (sexy shoes), little trinkets, cosmetics, some edible perfume powder, supper(s), drinks, etc. And all the while she's also been dating a handful of others. I think the only thing she bought me was a Coke.

I am not joking.

I don't imply that my paying for everything entitles me to anything, but in retrospect, it feels as if I'm paying for the pleasure of her company. And that she's entitled to have me do that.

I've also noticed that she never phones me, or text-messages me. I'm always having to engage. All of this is sort of making me think that she does all this to empower herself. An ego boost, if you will. Given her background as an unappreciated wife, I can sort of see where this all falls into place.

And this amuses me not at all. At this exact moment I'm testing this theory, by being actively online while she is, and seeing if she'll even bother to message.

At least I've had some interesting conversations with other people over the course of the day.

Heres the list of topics:

-Should lesbians use dildos? (A conundrum, I think)
-What would happen when we encounter aliens with more than 2 genders?
-The use of the euphemism "foodbaby" to indicate the actions of eating, and later, the need to poop. As in "I ate a sandwich and now I have a foodbaby!".
-How "foodbaby" would make for an awesome name for a terrible band.