So yesterday was my 33rd birthday. Like usual this brought about much reflection and fun. And unfortunately too much drama like too often as of late. Decided today that I needed to lay around on the couch and watch Juno, since I have been thinking a lot about having a macaroni for my cheese. I went on a date on Thursday evening, and it was okay. Not my counterpart and that sucks. I've been lonely without anyone lately, and I wish that I could find my other half.
We went Downtown after dinner at the Rail Station, and we had a pretty good time. It was all good until it was time to leave and then the misunderstandings. Unfortunately, that created drama and it makes me sad to know that I probably alienated myself even more so than usual. I did the ugly cry and probably said things that came out completely wrong. It seemed okay this morning, but I feel like an idiot.