Cat's out of the Bag

I told a boy about this blog. For some reason I told him it was fake. Some of it is fake, like...the names. The names are fake. I don't work at a laundromat. My roommate isn't really my best friend. While he's a good friend, he's not my "best friend". I started this stupid thing as a joke. I was writing a scrip, a scrip I couldn't finish because it became true. It was about this girl working in a laundromat, who falls in love with her best friend. The original best friend was based on a different guy. One of my real best guy friends. But as I was writing it, using him in mind; the character was too sweet. I started thinking about people I know that are cool, but kinda dicks. Like, an asshole with a heart of gold. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, my roommate! He's the biggest dick with a heart of gold that I know.

Then an odd thing happened; I started to actually get real feelings for my roommate. As my feelings grew, it became harder and harder to write the story. Because now the story was real. Things I had written previously were coming true. Like some kind of cosmic joke. But isn't that just life? One big cosmic joke.

When I couldn't write the story, I started the fake blog. Tracking random moments, if I remembered them. Some things are made-up. Some moments are real. Mostly it's just a reminder to myself of all the time I wasted. I guess at some point in everyone's life we all waste time hoping for a fantasy to be a reality. I blame the movies. But, I mostly blame myself for being a douche bag.