I'M SORRY. I CAN'T. DON'T HATE ME.

You can take the boy out of politics, but you can't take politics out of the boy.

Today, thanks to some people, I was elected vice president of our alumni association. I'm cool with that. I actually do have some projects in mind. The only problem is that I don't know if I'll be able to have them approved. And yes, success is another issue. Right now, I am sick and tired of being rejected - my plans, my proposals, my ideas. I hate rejection. Maybe that's why I don't have the capability of being able to commit right now - which brings me to Jack Berger. In some weird way, I find myself bizarrely connected to him. Well, the first thing is that I cannot commit (but not to worry, I have yet to do my "I'm sorry. I can't... Don't hate me" stint. That'd be a real pain for some girl's... heiny? Hahaha...) I also don't own a car (although I also don't own a motorcycle, nor do I live in the Hamptons.) and I have a thing about relationships. I also write materials which are supposed to be for men, but the opposite happens as women appear to dig them more (Rendezvous is my best example.) Right now, I also cannot sleep without music (Jazz is my thing right now.) Anyway, this comparison is pointless. All I'm trying to say is that I don't think I have a serious relationship (not just intimate, let me point that out) right now. All my relationships right now are built on one foundation - business. And that sucks. When I think about it, this theory seems to be fucking true. Right now, I need someone to prove me wrong.