Last night I posed the question: What if love came knocking on your door. Your destined, true love. And if wasn't what you were hoping for?

This was posed, mostly due to my attempt (laugh all you want) to find Dream Guy on Myspace. I found a couple who seemed like they could be him, and I sent them messages. Especially to one guy, who also had a mysterious dream girl, and loves zombies. However, not everything about this guy was what I was expecting...but that doesn't mean that, in theory, we couldn't be madly in love after actually getting to know eachother. I mean, even at first, I wasn't interested in Dream Guy, he looked like a Marilyn Manson weirdo.

I got a reply from my away message.
The White Stick: I think I'd count myself lucky that I don't believe in destiny.
Auto response from infiniteiota: What if love came knocking on your door. Your destined true love. And it wasn't what you were hoping for....
The White Stick: Blind dumb luck, sure. And maybe a touch of fate, but it's not that specific.

Part of me really can't help but hope that he falls for someone who knocks his socks right off, but then again, that seems to happen to him with every girl...so maybe it's his fate to perpetually fall.

How's that for kick you in the ass karma. The point of my message wasn't even properly received. It's not a matter of whether or not you believe, because no one can really know for sure. It's whether or not you'd adjust, whether or not you're preconceived notions are thrown out the door when what's really right/meant for you, finally shows up. Have a little faith, I should tell myself. Even if the package is a little battered, the goods are still what's important...

Or I should stop looking for someone I created in my own head, and maybe, just maybe, actually talk to the bartender at work. Even that is precarious. I'm starting to think he either a, has a girlfriend, b, is gay, or c, probably is so .... quiet and enclosed he only got the job at bartender because he's a good steady worker...

At any rate, I may found out the truth tomorrow.

Dear Diary,

*giggle*

I have a crush on this bartender at work. *giggle*

Please let him fall madly in love with me.

~grace

<3

Contest over. We have a winner.

I'm in love with:

So tired. Waking up early, then trying to nerd out at night, isn't working too well. On the plus side, my job still rocks so hard I don't know what to do.

Tomorrow. PP. Being a woman sucks sometimes.

Tonight, sleeping on a bed. My bed, one which might smell like rotting flesh, but that's what I get for letting my brother borrow it.

Rotting Flesh.

I thought about how if I wasn't afraid of zombies, I might like to spend time in a cemetary. The one (of many) I drove past today looked very beautiful and peaceful. But you know, as soon as I start walking around, they'd come out of the ground and try to eat my brains.