Fuckkit

Monday Monday [baaaa ba ba, ba, ba, ba]. Yes another Monday to "deal" with. I've got a date on Thursday - well I don't know if you'd call it a date, but more so two for a coffee. Somehow coffee seems intimate yet safe enough to spot this guy out. Gotta say he's quite pretty and therefore I'm prone to feel insecure already. I hate first "dates". Theyre akward, ugly, the two people never know how to get on and then at the end of the hour you don't know weather or not to ask them out again or not. Confidence is key and somehow it never shows up.

Ah fuckkit.