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so right now, i am watching this tv show on discovery channel; it is called "a haunting." it is pretty sweet, even if a bit is ridiculous.


i am angry. i cannot pop my middle knuckle, and it hurts.


so i am also texting tyler, the man who is apparently my future husband. or at least, my hbsl is convinced. she thinks we'll be like ron and hermione. we'll see. i have discovered that tyler and i have a lot in common. he thinks i kick ass. or so he said. because we both dig disco, we hate country with a passion, we like cooking and baking, we don't believe in bigfoot, we love bacon, we don't like sitting at home by ourselves a lot, we have third wheel syndrome, and we like scrubs and chuck. we also, as i have just discovered, have overactive imaginations. and if anyone gives me any "meant to be" crap, ahem kati cough cough, i will...laugh my head off and go with it for a while, then cuff them upside the head.


so i got this idea for a new story, and i wrote the prologue yesterday just to get the thing out of my head. it's...interesting. my character actually gets to have sex in this one. haha and then she freaks and doesn't talk to the guy for months. yep, she's a weirdo. oh well.


so i have really strange shifts in my perspective of myself. "i'm pretty." "i'm pretty, but fat." "i'm ugly and skinny." "i'm ugly and fat." unhealthy, yes.


so i have discovered that as of yet, the only person i can really be who i think i am around is kati. like, i don't really know who i am, but i think that's who i am. most of me, anyway.


i need a biking partner. anyone interested? i want a girl biking partner...okay, kati, are you interested? lol.


i'm pretty thirsty. i think i'll go now.


"take out of your wasted honor, every little past frustration. take all your so-called problems, better put them in quotations."

-john mayer, say