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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>it's nothing personal.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @kibbies)</generator><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>My social life is like. Active.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;And expensive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Seven of us went to Red Robin last Tuesday. The next day, four of us (Eric, Tony, Jess, and myself) wanted to go bowling, but all the lanes were filled. So we went to lazer tag.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On Monday, me, Eric, Jess, and Will were going to go lazer tag, but it was closed on Monday (wtf right?) so we went bowling. And tonight a few of us are going bowling again. And then tomorrow, we&amp;#8217;re going to Red Robin.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Like.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Can we do something that doesn&amp;#8217;t require money? Please? PLEASE?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On a side note, I got paid today. Which is nice.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/16890078360</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/16890078360</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 19:12:26 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>nkjsfkjfkjb</title><description>&lt;p&gt;HE SENT ME A PHOTO OF HIM IN A SUIT &amp;#8216;CAUSE I DIDN&amp;#8217;T GET TO SEE HIM IN IRL.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;MY HEART IS BROKEN.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ALSO IT&amp;#8217;S SAVED ON MY PHONE.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;AND I WANT IT AS MY BACKGROUND BUT THAT&amp;#8217;S CREEPY &amp;#8216;CAUSE HE SOMETIMES USES MY PHONE TO PLAY GAMES AND SHIT AND WE&amp;#8217;RE NOT DATING.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;BUT UGH.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;DAT SUIT.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/16674177344</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/16674177344</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 22:16:41 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>We’re all so beautiful. Amiright?</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyd0wxQgsm1qhow0qo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;We’re all so beautiful. Amiright?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/16465500918</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/16465500918</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 10:12:33 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Guys. Guys.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So, me and Eric are going to play Yu Gi Oh cards tonight.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yes, you read that right.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yu Gi Oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, I haven&amp;#8217;t played this game in &lt;em&gt;years.&lt;/em&gt; So, while Eric&amp;#8217;s working, I&amp;#8217;m going to google how to play. Because I&amp;#8217;ve completely forgotten.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I also no longer have my cards.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eric had a simple solution: I&amp;#8217;ll just use one of his decks.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Decks.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As in plural.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly9kbmj6LA1qgnhom.bmp"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is the deck I&amp;#8217;m going to be using.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, look at this.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly9kcdUlKV1qgnhom.bmp"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He has each card in its own little laminated case. No joke.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly9kd6d9Dy1qgnhom.bmp"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly9kdiZYYo1qgnhom.bmp"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He stores them in this box.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He trusted me with 300 dollars worth of Yu Gi Oh cards.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8212;&amp;#8212;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Also, I fucking love that he&amp;#8217;s such a nerd. And is also incredibly attractive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That is all for this post.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/16356888093</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/16356888093</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 13:23:30 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Ready to ihop it up.
Also. Like my new hair color/cut?</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxk8v2ETkQ1qhow0qo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ready to ihop it up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Also. Like my new hair color/cut?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15597807536</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15597807536</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2012 21:13:50 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>So I guess a few of us are going to ihop tonight.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As in, less than an hour from now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And Eric. Fucking respond to my text. I wanna see you before you leave for your however long trip to north carolina to visit your really hot best friend and ugh i just don&amp;#8217;t want you to go tbh and ugh.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15597530223</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15597530223</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2012 21:09:18 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>So. I guess we&amp;#8217;re not going to dinner tomorrow as planned. Seeing as he&amp;#8217;s working until...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So. I guess we&amp;#8217;re not going to dinner tomorrow as planned. Seeing as he&amp;#8217;s working until 11&amp;#160;pm. And I can&amp;#8217;t exactly stay up too late cause I open the next day. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Fuck. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Also. He hasn&amp;#8217;t even like. Mentioned this fact yet. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And he asked me yesterday if I liked him and wanted to be with him. And I panicked. Said yes. And his reply was just like. &amp;#8216;well okay. Good to know.&amp;#8217; And that was it. Like. I didn&amp;#8217;t know what to do. And we worked together tonight and I thought maybe he&amp;#8217;d say something since this is the first time we&amp;#8217;ve seen each other in a few days. But nope. Nothing. I&amp;#8217;m stuck. Like. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m on the verge of tears because I just have no idea what to do. And like. I thought I was close. And then plans are falling apart. And now I am crying. And this sucks. Fuck. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I wish I didn&amp;#8217;t try so hard all the time.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15385604901</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15385604901</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 00:12:35 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Eric&amp;#8217;s home early. And is not pleased with his friends from Hawaii. He won&amp;#8217;t tell me why...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Eric&amp;#8217;s home early. And is not pleased with his friends from Hawaii. He won&amp;#8217;t tell me why until we actually see each other. Not via text. Makes him not so fun to text.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Also I have no idea what to say. :|&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15309821464</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15309821464</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 16:52:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Eric asked to dinner on Friday. I&amp;#8217;m super excited. And he texted all night through this stupid...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Eric asked to dinner on Friday. I&amp;#8217;m super excited. And he texted all night through this stupid shift I took. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So yeah. He&amp;#8217;s in Hawaii now. Five hour time difference. And it&amp;#8217;s 73 degrees there. You know how cold it is here? 30 DEGREES. IT WAS SNOWING EARLIER. But yknow. Whatever. I love freezing. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Not. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And he says he&amp;#8217;s jealous of my weather. I do not believe him. But maybe he is. He said he&amp;#8217;s never seen snow.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15275843543</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15275843543</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 22:17:35 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Please come home. Or just like. text me? Check up on me?
Five hour time difference, yeah sure. But I...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Please come home. Or just like. text me? Check up on me?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Five hour time difference, yeah sure. But I already miss you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15252876643</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15252876643</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 15:21:52 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>His..facebook..disappeared?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;His..facebook..disappeared?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15242932347</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15242932347</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 11:04:23 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>and we were texting. and he told me that there&amp;#8217;s something he wants to ask me but it&amp;#8217;s...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;and we were texting. and he told me that there&amp;#8217;s something he wants to ask me but it&amp;#8217;s going to have to wait until he gets back. which won&amp;#8217;t be until wednesday night and i just want to scream.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15207171996</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15207171996</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 18:12:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>And I&amp;#8217;m just sitting here on the verge of tears &amp;#8216;cause I don&amp;#8217;t want you to go. You...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;And I&amp;#8217;m just sitting here on the verge of tears &amp;#8216;cause I don&amp;#8217;t want you to go. You talk about Hawaii all the time, and I understand. I&amp;#8217;ve missed places and people too. But you need to move on. I&amp;#8217;m here. I listen. I talk to you. I like you. I won&amp;#8217;t lie to you like your crazy ex girl friend did. Please.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How the fuck can I tell you I don&amp;#8217;t want you to go when we hardly know each other?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15203940360</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15203940360</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 17:15:31 -0500</pubDate><category>emo post is emo</category></item><item><title>No no no no no</title><description>&lt;p&gt;He&amp;#8217;s still going to Hawaii. He&amp;#8217;s leaving tonight and will be there until Wednesday night. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Nononononono.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15187414186</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15187414186</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 11:53:29 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Lol wow. Such a change in this past 45 minutes. 

He sent me the usual happy new year text to which...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Lol wow. Such a change in this past 45 minutes. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;He sent me the usual happy new year text to which I responded simply. He responds again with a :(. So I reply with :(? And he explains to me that the girl he was gunna go visit was indeed his ex. But she lied to him and turns out she was partying and doing crazy stuff with all his friends tonight. He was not pleased. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But he confided in me. Like. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;He said he was done with that. And that he&amp;#8217;s not going tomorrow. (He&amp;#8217;s going in a few weeks, but that&amp;#8217;s to visit family.) &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So. He&amp;#8217;s not rekindling his love this week with his crazy ex girlfriend. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maybe this won&amp;#8217;t be a bad year after all.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15115614058</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15115614058</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:58:54 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>God. Like. I feel like he doesn&amp;#8217;t even like me anymore. We worked together tonight for like...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;God. Like. I feel like he doesn&amp;#8217;t even like me anymore. We worked together tonight for like six hours and for the longest time he just didn&amp;#8217;t say anything to me. He barely said hi. Like. Wtf. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And now he&amp;#8217;s going to back to Hawaii on Monday, which is where he&amp;#8217;s from, because one of his friends was sent to the hospital. I asked what happened, his response was &amp;#8216;oh nothing to worry about&amp;#8217; which is like. Why bother going of its nothing to worry about? And it&amp;#8217;s a girl too and she&amp;#8217;s probably way prettier than me and funnier and fjabskahsbj. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But then I think he felt bad after telling me. Well. Texting me that he was going. Because even through text he could kinda sense I wasn&amp;#8217;t really happy he was leaving. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maybe he does like me. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It just doesn&amp;#8217;t feel that way.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15114167365</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15114167365</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 00:13:17 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I'm never going to a club again.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Okay well maybe not never. But I want to be with like. A boyfriend. And have it not be in the winter so I don&amp;#8217;t have to pay for a coat check with money I don&amp;#8217;t have.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As in.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I didn&amp;#8217;t have the money for a coat check, so I ended up carrying my winter coat around the club with me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Also. I&amp;#8217;m wearing pants next time. Or shorts, at the very least. Something with pockets.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15088945479</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/15088945479</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 12:58:51 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>rant time. kinda.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A group of us are going to the club Friday night, and almost all of us were able to get the night off, and work in the morning. All except Eric. Tomorrow I&amp;#8217;m going to try to convince him to try and get someone to cover his shift for him, or switch or something. I really don&amp;#8217;t want to go unless he goes since I won&amp;#8217;t be drinking, and neither will he. I need someone to keep me sane. :|&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/14952525619</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/14952525619</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 22:09:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I get to work with Eric tomorroowwwwww. :) We&amp;#8217;re going to be in box together for like five...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I get to work with Eric tomorroowwwwww. :) We&amp;#8217;re going to be in box together for like five hours. Rather excited.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/14952257863</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/14952257863</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 22:04:03 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Eric is here right now watching a movie while I work. The first thing he does upon entering the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Eric is here right now watching a movie while I work. The first thing he does upon entering the building? Asks me where I am and comes to talk to me. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mood: lifted.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/14931341894</link><guid>http://kibbies.tumblr.com/post/14931341894</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 15:07:11 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
