Would you like some cheese with that WHINE?

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I am 100% convinced now that my meeting a decent guy is rather like trying to catch a Unicorn. Impossible. Whiny baby today? You betcha. I think that I have special magnets built into my body that actually repel decent guys and pick up only Asshats (what a great word - almost makes me smile today).

My spring break is almost over and I haven't really had any fun (nor have I finished my COBOL program) so it really has been a bust. Rather disappointing but I am so Eyeore today that I have the whole "Oh Bother" attitude going on and feel this is just par for the course. (Insert VERY LOUD SIGH here)

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