Friday, April 02, 2004

I don't know. I may be a cynical person, but I don't understand boys. But moreover, I don't understand girls who are less than honest with their boys. Why bother playing mind games? What does this accomplish? I'm not involved in any of the situations that surround me except as an outside observer, but I have to admit, I'm glad. It's all too confusing. Seriously. How hard is it to be honest and forthcoming? Why do some girls have a compelling urge to wreak havoc with every conversation? Is it some sort of sadistic ritual? As a relatively open person, I really don't understand the intricacies of the manipulative female mind.

Thank goodness I have Tania and Arash around; when you get the three of us together, it's hilarity, especially involving Carla. We're like three old biddies who gossip in our sewing circle. Except we're not old. And no one sews. But we gossip.

It's also a good thing I only have gay boyfriends. I swear, they're the bomb -- emotional fulfillment without the maze of confusion. I appreciate these straightforward relationships purely for the lack of drama.

But now I get to escape everything... and go to Santa Barbara! I'm taking my floor... and our trip will be amazing. Amazing. I'm looking forward to relaxing and enjoying time with my awesome residents.