Steve Rayner is an idiot.

That guy I had been seeing for like, 1-2 weeks turned out to be a total head case. That's a switch- I don't think its ever NOT been me who proves to be the train wreck. I saw him at the Cambie, and he was sitting there by himself. I didn't want to look like a stalker, so I pretended I didn't see him and went to the other side, into the big hug comfort of the smoking room. A big hug from your Auntie Elaine, who blows smoke in your face and hangs her cigarette over your shoulder dangerously close to your hair. Anyways, he sees me and tells me he is hanging out with his skinhead friends tonight, which is fine. I never made plans with him. However, these skinheads fail to ever show up (not the racist kind of skinhead) and Steve doesn't even try to cover up the fact that he's lying. Anyways, he tells me he wants to see other people, and I tell him to go right ahead, but I am too jealous to bother with that crap. This evening probably doesn't sound like any big deal; its just that everything leading up to it looked fairly promising, and them he goes a bit mental. The remainder of the evening, he proceed to act like a total dick to me, going as far to suggest that he had no respect for me, which I know is bullshit. I can not respect someone who is such a fucking coward that they can't find the balls to tell you what is on their peabrained minds straight to your face, and instead pull the jackass bit so that you break up with them instead.
Anyways, whatever.
I am getting really tired of this city. It seems like I never win. My rent takes over one entire paycheck, and the other one can barely keep me full of beer and food. I may have to start whoring out my roommate.
Come visit me and make me feel better. I need reassurance!!! Reasurrance!!