Some notes to those of you stupid horny drunk desperate lonely blind psychotic discerning enough to try to hit on me when im having fun:

1) Don't assume that I will understand that "Can i buy you a drink " means anything other than i am thirsty and you're kind enough to get me a drink. I'm not very good with subtext. If you think I am datable/fuckable/too drunk to put up much of a fight, then just say so. But understand that if you say so, my instinct is to flee.

2) Strangers who smile and act friendly confuse me and make me nervous. My instinct is to flee.

3) I have some . . . um, self-esteem issues. Don't call me cute, hot, sexy or anything like that. When I look in a mirror, all I see is Jabba the Hutt's ugly younger sister. Do I really look like that? No. But that's what body dysmorphia is all about. This is also the reason I hate looking in mirrors and being photographed. If you say I'm cute or whatever, my instinct is to flee.

So what have we learned?
- im kinda fucked up and spend a lot of time fleeing.


ok. i'm bored.