The last entry was me being one with the hard bitter truth that I am not relationship material. That being so, I am trying to steer clear of really investing anything on anyone right now, especially since I tend to overly dramatize being rejected.

The "Me" in me, however, is screaming "I want one of everything!" Oh, and I do. Taste test! Taste test!

Alright, straight jacket and tranquilizer in hand, someone catch and subdue my ass before I cause some actual havoc. Until then I'm repressing... Be one with the ball, right Carissa?