Help me understand why I am so angry and bitter. I think I know. Computer geek got back from out-of-town last night, and has not replied to the text I sent a few hours ago. My mother and Roomie think this is because when asked if I see other people last week, my reply was "No, not seriously," in an attempt to play coy. Said attempt failed. Apparently, I came off as a whore. But honestly, if one stupid, off-handed, lame attempt to sound mysterious comment makes a guy who has been seeing a girl for a month and a half suddenly disappear...who am I kidding. I would still be sad.

Anyasim of the day: "I like them long and big." About earrings. In the middle of Nordstrom.

Roomie highlights of the night:
"Why is she with a black man? She's hot enough to be a white guy!" He kids!
"I'd totally do Steve Carell. He's such an awesome guy. I bet he's a better lay than half the women out there...wait, are you going to quote me on Facebook?"
"Lance Bass was your favorite?! If you take two retarded words and put them together, that's his name."
What's wrong with Riverdance, Roomie? "Come on, Anya...it's gay!"
For the record, neither Roomie or myself or racist, sexist, or homophobic.