You Can't Handle This

I have a new motto courtesy of a new guy. Yes, they really do get changed faster than underwear. Of course, now you know how frequently I change my underwear...
"I want you, but I don't need you."
Life goes on. Men come and go. No, friends aren't forever. But men come and go and life does go on, and at points it's great without them. So, sure, it's nice to get boned every once in awhile, watch a romantic sunset on a nude beach the day before your grandfather's funeral, have some amazing doggie style, but I don't *need* it and I think I've more than proved that to myself. You want to be in my life, new boy? Great! But you won't be my life and if you do something stupid, I will have no trouble walking away and not making a big deal of it.

That aside, yes my grandpa passed away, yes I grieved, yes I miss him like crazy. Again, I know it's a part of life and I know there's nothing (yet) that I can do to change that.

Of course, this could all just be a phase I'm going through and I might self-destruct at a later time. I reserve the right.

Oh, I got my hair cut. I have bangs. They look awesome. I'm awesome. Yeah, it's true.