Yeah

Yeah, it's been a while since my last post.  I have gotten into many unideal situations and done some sketchtacular things.

The Brain has purposely placed himself in my path several times over the past few weeks.  That coupled with gallons of alcohol means sketchtacular things.  Yeah, I messed around with him a few times in the past two or three weeks.  Why?  Because I wanted to leave an imprint on his relationship with the girl who could be "the one."  If he has found "the one," what is he doing with me?  Ahh, my point exactly.  "The one" is more like the one he has to settle for because I don't want him.  I would love to get into more details, but fear of my identity being disclosed prevents me from doing so.  Perhaps I should feel bad about these incidents since he does have a girlfriend, but I don't.  I enjoy knowing how weak he really is.  Also, I don't have a boyfriend.  Months ago, I would have considered giving The Brain another chance if he fixed some issues; however, the door has been permanently shut.  Even though we are over, I am still in the same social circle.  I might even see his friends more than he does, bet that makes him happy.

I hear The Brain has been telling mutual friends how in love I am with him.  That's so cute.  I don't think I have ever met a guy as delusional as him.  If he were smart, he would stay out of my way.  I am tired of his temper tantrums, game ruining, and other behaviors indicative of a 5 year old or jealous boyfriend.  I have also heard that he he does not want to bring his girlfriend around me.  I can only guess why, possible reasons:

• Fear that I will tell her about his philandering ways
• She has no idea that I am an ex
• He is embarrassed (she is not what most people would consider attractive)
• His inability to hide his feelings for me (he stares at me, always has to be near, and prevents other guys from talking to me)

Enough of The Brain for now, I am sure there will be more.

I ran into Odie a few weeks back...he looked terrible.

Speaking of roommate's friends...there is such a thing as trying too hard.  This is not Odie, but it is a guy who is at our apartment all the time and forces conversation with me...even when logic would tell him his attempts are futile, for example, when I am using a hairdryer.