What is the definition of cheating when you’re in a sort of open wacky relationship. I think it is quite clear. Please print this out if you and respect these rules if you want to make out with me and/ or my significant other or things will really get ugly.

if all of the following are done on a regular basis (regular bassis means 2- 3 times a week) combined with any sort of intimate activity it is then past the boundaries of fun open-minded sexual experience and in the territory of cheating, or in more caddy jerry springer like terms- being a fucking skank, whore, manipulative, mischevious, not very nice, backstabbing, boyfriend stealing little bitch.

so yeah- texting, calling, smiling, crying about childhood and or current problems at hours past midnight, talking about how you "really dont want a boyfriend", talking about why the last person who was your boyfriend doesnt want to be your boyfriend any more, eating, cuddling, sleeping, inside jokes, top friending, commenting, hand holding, flirting, chosing to get a ride home with you when your house is in walking distance or there are several other options to choose from, not answering my text messages, saying you really care about me when you don’t…

maybe you really don’t need to print this out.

i started smoking cigarettes as a protest to being cheated on. I don’t know why. It’s probably not a good idea to start smoking when you are 26- ohhh wait did I just tell you my real age? I meant 25. Fuck. Why did I do that. 26 is a hot age… right? Six is an even number and even numbers are sexy. I really hate smoking. I really don’t like feeling like the crazy one. Sometimes it’s kinda cute to be psycho, but I don’t think I’m being so cute right now. When I first opened up this blog entry, I intended to tell you about my trip to new york, and more about my shoot and why it went on till 9 am one morning when it was supposed to be over at midnight. I mean, those things are probably more pleasant to hear about, and you’d probably respect me more if that is what I wrote about. Instead I am too busy learning how to smoke, and making attempts at trying to resolve a situation I don’t have much control over. When these things happen I’m like, ok joanna… now be awesome… be the most awesome Joanna you can be and then everything will fall into place. But it’s hard to put on my dancing shoes when there isn’t any music on, and no one wants to go to the club with you.

God damn, my analogies are pretty terrible when I am drunk.

xoxo