Have not accomplished anything today other than a trip to Starbucks and some wandering about my duplex stating to myself how cold I am and how fat I look. Horizontally striped sweater probably not helping. Took a nap. Considering taking another one. Stalked my very first internet boyfriend. Goddamn, he is (still) a weirdo. Or maybe I'm the weirdo for writing about him eleven years ago in here and now again as well.
I'm Onto You, You Lesbian asked me how my ex internet boyfriends are relevant to my current life. They're not, really, but I wouldn't want to go hang out in Minnesota or anything at the risk of running into them. That would be awkward. But mostly I'm a firm believer of never letting anything go, ever. Collecting little figurative heads of ex boyfriends in a room like that chick from Return to Oz and wearing them when the mood suits me. Not to sound like Dahmer or anything, but you know. I don't delete old shit off the internet either. I don't believe in erasing memories. They make you who you are. However dysfunctional that may be.
I would like to be making more memories at the moment, but can't get anyone to hang out with me.