dead skin on my heels

My my my I have neglected you. I apologize to my favorite computerized, white blank text wall of bleeps and bloops.

Well things have been good. Work is going really well. I'm helping out a bunch of folks. I am hanging out with a lot of people.

And yes, I am going on dates that are still going well. I am starting to narrow down to two girls. Well, maybe one girl. The other girl I sporadically negated, we'll call her Kit Kat, she started feeling weird about me dating other people and we promptly had a "talk." This was on our 3rd date mind you. In a sense, I am flattered that she takes to me and wants me all to herself, but I'm also perplexed as to how she would think I would be exclusive to her after only meeting for a few days.

The other girl...we'll call, "mo," I'm really digging. She's a few years older and she seems to have a good heart. We took to each other as we've been sharing intimate stories of our past and having fun in the meantime. She's confident, has a bunch of friends, and seems to really enjoy life. She's pretty cute too. We ate some yummy tacos last night and I can't wait to hang out with her again. But of course in typical cliff fashion (which I am trying to change), I start thinking, "I wonder if we actually have chemistry" or "I wonder if she actually likes me" and the big whopper "What do I even have to offer?" I fucking hate this shit. It becomes this circular, self-hating, snake eating its own tail style of self-sabotage.

On another note, I've been to a few stand-up comedy nights in Austin and they've been pretty funny. My favorite joke so far:

"So I've been watching a lot of history channel lately. That 'Gang Land' show is pretty addictive. Although I have noticed that the History Channel gets strangely racist. Have you noticed everytime a black person talks, there's always subtitles? I can understand this guy pretty clearly... I mean he's speaking English. Are the History channel producers watching this and thinking, 'Well, no one's going to understand this guy."

Haha... touche brother man, touche.

I'll leave you on this pun.

Did you hear about the cross-eyed teacher?

She just couldn't control her pupils. BA DUM CHHHHH