Tainted Love

I have reason to believe that I have excellent luck in finding useable pens. I just found another very nice one here in the computer lab. It’s one of those nice, smooth rolling ones, with the little grippy things. I found two blue ones just like it before, one in the RC, and one in the parking lot at Caribou. I like pens. Now, if only any of the pencils I found were useable.

Speaking of Caribou, I went there yesterday (along with about 20392309 other days) and got a decaf Caramel Cooler. (I always get decaf- I figure it’s better for you) Anyway, so the lady working was like, “I didn’t recognize you at first with your hair down. It’s cute, I like it.” I was like, “um, thanks”. Basic gist of the story is: the people at the Caribou on West 210 and Centre Ridge definitely know and recognize me. Including that cute guy. And my yoga instructor. Sweet. I definitely am one cool cat.

I haven’t written much in here recently. Not that that really matters, as no one seems to read it anyway. Nor do I generally read anyone else’s bloge. Also, thanks to my little away message on Saturday, my parents are super, super mad, and I definitely have to stay off the Internet at home. Oops. At least they haven’t disowned me. I just may be forced into like, psychotherapy. Which, all in all, could be a good thing. God knows I’m a raging sociopath.

I spent my lunch with Katie and Elizabeth, and we had a super-fun time. I haven’t laughed that hard in a while.

I was kind of mad, since, being that I was in a depressive mood on Saturday, I didn’t have tonnes of fun at Kate’s house- but I did have a good measure of it. We had a stoma meeting- that’s always resplendent. And they had good pizza from Costco. And besides that, I talked to Lyla on the phone about whether or not I need psychiatric treatment. I’m kind of thinking I don’t, but who the hell knows?

I did finally go into the chiropractor. That was nice. I think. I almost killed the guy though. Oh, well.

Anyway, no play tonight, thank God. I do have shot-put, but that’s not so bad. I think I am most definitely getting stronger. Watch out, I may have to beat you up.

On a lighter note, I think some people are really really stupid and should get a few more brain cells before they continue making retarded decisions. Then again, when one lives in their own little twisted Matrix of the world, who can really judge the sanity of them? I think I need far, far, far less psycho-treatment than… others.

Welp, that’s all for now.

In case you actually read this, Happy Birthday Big R, since I will most likely not get to post tomorrow. Also, shoot-outs to- Shannon, Trish, and Joelle, whose birthdays went seemingly unnoticed by myself.

And would someone out there read this?

yo ho
yo ho
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~me