Lisa now reads my blog.

This is nice in a way because no one reads my blog anymore, and it's sort of nice to have some point to all this writing.

This sort of sucks because I can't really say whatever I want and have nice, personal conversations with myself anymore.

It is a mixed bag.


I'm hanging out with Lindsay tomorrow, we're going to Chinese. Despite not liking Lindsay, and not being liked by Lindsay (or so it seems), Lisa wants to come. This is probably because she does not trust me and Lindsay together.

On on hand, I understand this, as Lindsay is the only person I think I really consistently say only nice things about, and is probably one of the three coolest people I'm aware of. I can't really say no, because this will cause Lisa to worry a bunch and be pissed off.

On the other hand, this could be the last time I get to see or really talk to Lindsay. I don't talk to alot of people online anymore, and we never talked alot anyway except when we hung out. Lindsay is one of my favorite people, and I'd rather not have our last hangout be this ridiculous, uncomfortably tense thing that I'll get no enjoyment out of whatsoever because my girlfriend doesn't like her.

I do somewhat understand why Sa's got a Lindsay problem. Everyone I'm with always has a Lindsay problem. Even girls I don't date who have only a passing interest in me have a Lindsay problem. It doesn't usually seem to be related to anything. Chels comes to mind as a good example: She saw Lindsay was one of my friends while look at my FB page, and suddenly became horribly paranoid and spent a whole day grilling me.

Obviously, Lindsay is horribly threatening somehow, more so than Brianna, who Lisa doesn't mind me hanging out with alone tomorrow, despite her being insanely in love with me for reasons I have never figured out. I've never really understood what the issue is, as any romantic intrests left us a long time ago, but I do understand that it's a common issue and the good boyfriend should suck it up and sit through an awkward, tense lunch.

My Dad was right. You can't have female friends and be married.



Ah, mellowing.