You’re the first person I think about when I wake up in the morning. I don’t think I like that.

OK, now starting to get melancholy, contemplating or considering things I totally shouldn’t, long-term things; reconsidering I know I shouldn’t and I know I don’t really want it but I want to want it

Mostly feeling OK so far today I think because she did lay her head on my shoulder + give me a kiss but no even goodbye hug when the bus came but after last night when we stumbled from the bar to the Puerto Rican place but instead of her feeding me post-drinking food my new boss ended up, as I was mid-sentence, looking me in the eyes and kissing me on the mouth, and then us making out against the building for quite some time as passersby hooted appreciatively, we woke up and talked and after realizing what a mess I am (duh!) she decided because she’s so driven I really wasn’t worth her time, which is like obvious but even though ariadnæ was on my mind + I was feeling a little bad and going “OK, making out is kind of alright but we can’t have sex before I talk with ariadnæ” and not even sure how much that attracted to her I was though I couldn’t help noticing little daydream-y crush-y things about her at work, like her smile and how pretty she looked in her dress and she’s rad but after feeling her in my arms + waking up next to her + then, you know, sort of feeling rejected, it’s like, ah, man, I don’t know how I’m going to not want more of this every day at work all summer.

So much prettier than the Bollywood girls.

P.S. Polish girls also really cute

I literally spent almost all day yesterday chatting with a cute-but-not-too-bright girl I first contacted a few months ago who decided I was an online stalker she knew who had changed his profile and was pretending to be someone else, and then blocked me.

Stupid fucking Blogger won’t let me insert HTML into comments so here’s a new post

I should add, too, that of course one would have to run the numbers to see whether rape is actually any higher than among native-born or ethnically Norwegian males, but I think she makes a good point when she says,

Skulle likt å ha sett reaksjonen om en norsk gutt hadde revet av hijaben eller løfta på burkaen til en av deres kvinner. Det hadde nok endt med borgerkrig og boikotting av Norge og nordmenn.

http://thatsanorgasm.wordpress.com/2012/08/24/jeg-er-lettkledd-kom-og-knull-meg/

I somehow want to hear Richard Dawkins’ comments on this. I’m also reminded of Faye’s analogy about toothpaste in the tube. I guess this isn’t new at all and it’s not like I’m surprised, but it’s still really depressing.

Not going to tweet this

I fell asleep right after reading blogs in Norwegian of erotic stories written by 15-year-olds about Justin Bieber. I think my dreams involved them to some extent.

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