he really might not be all that into me...

so it was one of those nights where i just couldn't get comfortable. i kept randomly wandering around the apartment, checking my phone, snacking on randomness (salty...sweet...salty...sweet) and i finally laid down on my bed in frustrated boredom. i just didn't know what the f- to do.

so i started playing with my camera and took some really great pictures...

i thought i could show them to you, but i forgot i don't have vision services. that did seem like the perfect segue thought, right?

well, anyways, i got up, threw on my recycled uggs, two sweatshirts and two pair of sweats and some gloves and headed to the place of happiness and joy. Border's Bookstore.

the coupons are amazing. the selection is extensive. the atmosphere is bright and welcoming. it is a bookworm's moveable feast.

perusing...browsing... ooo! yoga stuff for $5! thou shall cop-est thy cheap yet great buy ... perusing... nods to the af-am section... and there it is. in all its accusatory glory. the self help section.

its the section you least want to be caught in. its the one that screams, at any time of the day or night or season "look! i suck! and i am trying to figure out why cause guess what! i suck!"

or something along those lines. some may hate me for saying that, but let's be honest. that's what is is and that's what it do.

so i walked over with that i-am-looking-for-something-in-particular-that's-a-really-great-book-don't-judge-me power walk. i lean towards the shelves as i maintain a 5 foot difference so just in case someone cool walks by (how i will identify this coolness i haven't thought about yet, but whatever) i can pretend to be looking at the used movies directly adjacent to this section.

and if as on cue, the book just reaches up and waves at me. it's even turned to face me:
"He's Just Not That Into You".

this has got to be one of the (long e right there) most fire books i have ever read. it's hilarious, but blunt. entertaining and enlightening. delicious AND nutritious.

i quickly bought it, got the 30% off (SCORE!) and sauntered back into my apartment an even happier woman than normal (and i've been pretty damn joyous over the last few days).

promptly getting down to business, i turned on the appropriate play list "l-word: ouch" and snuggled myself into my futon to read and learn.

i was so motivated that i got up, went to facebook and finally blocked the one guy that's been on and off. the frustrating but fufilling one i mentioned in the last post? yeah, him. no hard feelings, but there really isn't anything there.

so i blocked him. erased all the old messages (especially the one that gave his new number) and cleared my call log on my phone. number? gone. no longer in the contacts list. why? because

all together now, class

he's just not that into me.

and like Greg says:

I deserve a fucking phone call.

:-)