So Frustrated I Can't Even Come Up With a Proper Title

It's been seven posts since I talked about a guy.  Pretty sure that's a record.
So now I'm in the dilemma of trying to see how long I can go, or getting some things off my chest by writing about a very confusing someone.
Fuck it, I have no self restraint and this is what I wanted to talk about anyway.

First of all, I'd like to restate that I'm fucked up.  I'm an emotional mess, a total weirdo, and as indecisive as humanly possible.  With my last relationship issue (talked about in My Holiday Heart-to-Heart...and about a million other posts) I was left feeling inadequate, lonely, and confused.  I don't regret a thing, but I still think about that guy every day.  You know what else I think about every day?
SEX.
I'm at a sexual roadblock in my life right now, and it's starting to really piss me off.
I don't want to have a one night stand, I don't want to sleep with some random person, I don't want a relationship, I can't handle friends with benefits, I don't want to fuck up any friendships with sexual tension, and I'm honest to God scared of any emotional repercussions of sleeping with a new person.
What am I supposed to do?  I just about loose my damn mind when I try to figure it out.

So here is where the guy comes in.  I'd like to let everyone know that he is the most frustrating, infuriating, annoying, twisted, man-whore, bastard who really lights a fire under my ass.  And he doesn't even have to do anything.  In fact, half of the time not doing anything is my problem with him. Let's call him Cole.
Cole and I have issues.  Actually, I'm most likely the only one with issues, he's probably completely oblivious.  I can't even explain what it is about him that infuriates me so much.
Maybe it's that he slept with my roommate in a drunken stupor, maybe it's that he then apologized to me and then kissed me, maybe it's that he calls me his friend but doesn't put his money where his mouth is.  It's quite possibly the fact that he's such a fake.  He always acts like he's superior and nothing bothers him, but he's intelligent, quirky, and occasionally poetic.
It's probably the fact that I want him to fuck my brains out, but can't get over all of these negative qualities.  I don't think I'd ever recover from liking a guy like him too much.
Why do I like such assholes? Fucking genetics.

Toes, Cards, and Cats

I have things I want to share, yet nothing really exciting has happened in my life.  It's a rare occasion in which that happens!  Nevertheless I have three pictures for you, World, and you're going to enjoy the fuck out of them.
Of course, before I just go uploading pictures willy-nilly I have to warn that they are just random and completely unrelated.  AKA: my life.

So remember when I said I was going to start wearing more things I liked, that made me feel like me.  I wanted to reclaim my identity...  Well instead of my identity I'm now a proud owner of three blisters.  And let me just say, I took them like a champ.  I've never had a blister before and I only shed one (maybe two) tears. That's what heeled boots, holy socks, and an unusually warm day will get you in Morgantown.
Sorry if you find this gross.  I find it to be the crowning result of my efforts.  Plus I like to share my pain with anyone who will listen. :)

I'm a community service God.  With over 20 hours already I made valentines for old people with my friends a few days ago and this was my third and final one.  I thought it was so cute!  Although, I have to admit I'm an open Valentines Day hater.  When I'm old if some random college kid makes me a card I'll probably put it in my pants and shit on it, because that's what I think about Valentines Day. But, hey, Nancy W might like it?

And this is Bella, my prima donna of a cat.  She's a little princess and she knows it.  She's also a catnip addict, but we try not to talk about it.
I went home for the weekend and she cuddled with me and got a mini-photoshoot.  She's just too cute not to share, and I miss her when I'm at college.