This fucking hat.

I was at Denny's with Grant a while ago and I saw a pig pillow in the claw machine that my mom would adore. Her birthday was coming up soon so I tried to get it, but soon realized it was not going to happen.

And then...

I saw it.

This hat. This motherfucking hat.

I NEEDED this hat. And, of course, I succeeded in winning this fucking hat.

Fast forward and then rewind to Monday. I was out in Murietta visiting Gingerbutt and Wildomatt/babydick who you may recall from previous tales involving Vegas and some serious stalking. Part of me wants to forget about all of that because it's a bit shameful, I suppose, and the other part of me thinks it's too funny to purge from my memory banks.

Anyway, we were just hanging out and playing some Rock Band and babydick turns to me and says something akin to, "I think that hat is the reason you're single. Do you still update that blog?"

Weirdly enough I was able to respond with the fact that I am actually dating someone! Although we're apparently not speaking to each other (he won't talk to me?) over an argument that started with Pokemon. There's probably more to it than that but I'm not a mind reader and I don't want to play "think of all of the possible reasons he's ACTUALLY mad at me because he won't explain so we can clear any misunderstandings or I can apologize and know what I'm apologizing FOR." It's not on my top 10 list of games.

However much I enjoy the originally intended concept of this blog and however hilarious it may be in 5 years, my stomach hurts and my heart hurts and my head hurts and my eyes burn and I'd rather we didn't break up (un-date?) over something that seems so fucking ridiculous :(. Especially when I don't know what I did :/

Unless it's secretly the hat.

Fucking hat.