Hello, good friend.

I've missed you quite terribly. And no Matt Peterson, I will not get a tumblr. Blogspot and I have had too good of a relationship for me to just abandon it now.

All that aside. I would like to say that Anthony Rapp needs to stop taking whatever medicines he's on, because they clearly altered his brain chemistry. His plastic surgery is awful. I know that you may not know who he is, or even care, but I don't feel like including a picture like I had originally planned.

Yesterday some guy at work asked me what was wrong with my fingernails. What the fuck is wrong with all these people and their curiosity about my fingernails? I painted them green, and the nail polish started chipping... But apparently that means that something is wrong with them. But I guess it's because I don't get my nails done at a salon, and they're not perfectly manicured to his liking. Well, screw you. And screw salons! I will paint my nails for free. And my nail polish will chip, and I'll like it.

I wanna go... oooooooooouuut tonight.

Have you ever had a conversation with someone, where they proceeded to tell you the same thing, just rephrased, about a million times?

Let me give you an example: (A is me, B is my neighbor)

B- I saw your brother! He is so handsome. I can't believe he got married!

A- I know.

B- He is so cute, he's gotten so tall. My he's good looking.

A- Haha

B- Were you in the wedding?

A- Yep

B- I'm sure you looked beautiful. And your brother. I saw him! He was so handsome.

A- Thanks

B- So you were in the wedding, right?

A- Yes I was

I could go on, but that would take up too much room.

So, that's it.

p.

You know what I hate?

Douchebags.
There's this guy that works at my work, who is a complete douche. He walks around, and thinks he's hot shit just because he has shaggy hair, and was probably into sports in high school. But in reality he's just an arrogant jerk who isn't very attractive. He dropped a bunch of boxes on the floor today at work, and John and I laughed at his stupidity. Then I said he should be fired, in a Donald Trump-ish tone.
Then there's people who I automatically assume would be douchebags from first glance, who prove otherwise down the line. If I ever assumed you were a jerk, and you turned out to be one of the few that actually turned out to be different, I'm sorry. I know it doesn't make a difference, but I felt the need to say it.

My life.

Is so interesting, I thought I'd share it with the world. My butt still hurts, and not from too much butt sex (or black marks, as Jordan thought I said) but from falling on it. Today at work, Jordan and I were talking to the lobsters, which I think just about proves our weirdness. I don't really have much else to say, except I miss Hunke.