Cursed...

And not just because we have yet ANOTHER Steven Harper Conservative minority government. There are three things guaranteed in this world - death, taxes and the ability for Canadians to fuck up at the polls over and over. And by fuck up I mean not voting because you don't think your vote will count. Which is complete and utter poop. 58% turnout. Freaking Afghanistan had almost 84% turnout for crying out loud.

I digress...

I am cursed because once again it seems like a boy likes me.

And I don't like him "like that".

Dammit.

I mean I like him... I can be myself around him... we joke around and play fight and all that cool stuff (well, it is cool for me anyways).

But I just don't think I like him like I should like him if I want a relationship to occur. I may have just set some kind of record for the number of likes that someone can put into a semi-coherent sentence.

A friend told me today that date #3 was THE DATE... the one where you should know...

And I think gauging by the fact that I don't know... that it isn't meant to be.

I will be single for the rest of my life.

If you have a cat you would like to donate my way I will start clearing it with my landlord so I can put in motion my plan to become a crazy cat lady.