O.o

You, my reader, are in for treat. The Beth is Buzzed. And writing!

I find it absofuckinghilarious that the guy I dated for a while, who got busted for soliciting 14-year old girls online to meet him for oral sex (them on him) has created a website in order to protect children from the harmful effects of porn and sexual predators online.

Waddyathink?

In other news, some guy from OK, that I barely remember, was chatting me up on FB tonight. He said he keeps getting his 'hart broken'. I thought he was talking about a deer, and wondered why he would want to break it.

I'm on the last glass from a bottle of Chardonnay. No, I didn't drink the entire thing. Ben had at least half a glass of it. He stopped by for a little while earlier tonight.

Speaking of Ben, he asked me to move in with him when my lease is up. As I wrote before, the idea has been freaking me out, but we talked this weekend. And regardless of what I decide, I have three whole months to do it in. That's a decent amount of time, right? I told him that I don't feel ready yet, and we talked about my reservations. He said that he understand if I'm not ready by then.

He's such a good guy. I'm sure I don't deserve him. Yeah, he's not *perfect*, but then, who is? Certainly not me.

I go through periods of self-loathing. This week has been one of them. I loathe that I loathe myself. I loathe that I don't discipline myself to write more. I loathe my 'weak' periods when I prefer relaxation over study or work. Then I loathe that I can't just accept myself for who I am, and accept that relaxation is necessary. I loathe that I lack finesse, then I loathe the fact that I loathe that lack thereof, due to that the fact I am still learning that fine art, and that I have come a long way in the past few years.

I'm listening to "The Temple of the Cat" by Ayreon. Brilliant artist. Eccentric, but brilliant.

That's all.