9.30.2001
 
... Was about to do something so completely idiotic, but before I almost sealed my fate I hesitated, thought about the situation, than stoped. More thanks go out to Lizzy for (again) slapping some sense into me.

Okay... do you know how hard it is to find cultured people in Vegas? There's probably only 200 throughout the entire city, and over half are women. Cut out the third remaining who would never be likely candidates and I'm basically stuck with about 67 people. Then spread that over how many square feet the city takes up... and basically my chances of finding anyone compatible is reaching the same statistic of winning the Lotto.

Listening to my love playlist isn't exactly helping the situation and longing.

And damn you Matt for making me think about that as I had another sleepless night.

Another stupid thing I contemplated actually doing: going through the AOL member profiles and trying to find someone. Worked well enough with H and her new boyfriend... but for a while since about 5th grade I gave up using the 'net for that purpose.

Ugh... it's times like this when you wish that you could write competently.

And I need to do a new interview. The one on the about page is starting to become embarassing.

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