Like Enrico said, I should just go with the fortune cookie approach. It’s too bad I didn’t have a chance, because I’m sure my fortune cookie would have read something along the lines of “castrate him.”

Boys (especially the married kind – drama!) are jerks.

There are good things going on in life, like I still have a job, don’t have the swine flu, and I’m not living on the streets. So life isn’t really that bad.

To let you in on my little secret, I have ran away. Probably not physically, but you know what I mean.

For specific reasons, please see above.

Emotionally, mentally, and most likely spiritually, I am on hiatus. You see, history (predictably) repeted itself. Except it was only a severe case of like – not love – and the situation fixed itself. To repeat myself, I became a person I didn’t like, manipulating the people around me to get what I wanted.

In one word: skeeze-ball.

Kind sirs, this brain diarrhea is more than just an announcement; it’s a pledge: I will do my best to not use you (insert name here), to get in anyone’s pants. Especially that girl you like (sorry Rob), or the boy EVERYONE likes (sorry Katie).

If the meteorologist could plan my moods – wouldn’t that be awesome – I’m thinking (s)he would predict a lot of melancholy with sprinkles of angst. Luckily we’re out of emo season, but there would be plenty of chance for continued metaphor.

Tonight is St. Patrick’s Day. The start of The Boondock Saints, and the end of… An idea. THE idea, I should say. Of any person having control of me. And, I only have a little bit more time to complete my Lent sacrifice.

Damn coke boy – you ruined every thing.

And for you, Mr. Craig, every time (two words… see? haha) I sit down to do something, I think of approximately 87.3 things I could be doing differently. I have a paper due tomorrow. Haven’t started. I’m screwed.

While missing school. :sadface:

I don’t like going to the doctor, or spending $50. But after being sick for one month – literally a whole month – I had to do something.

I took the first dose (two pink pills. So pretty!), and within an hour I swear I was feeling better. I also got FloNase, because the Dr. thought I looked “inflamed.”

I feel so much better. But I didn’t have a chance to go ball-grabbin like Craig did. They were much quicker in attending to me than I imagined.

These two are bad roomates.

My problem is that I don’t follow any sort of budget that I create. And I can create all sorts of them. Simple math makes me happy.

My last paycheck (two weeks ago) went by fairly quickly. But I saved a dollar. One single dollar – in dollar bill form – at my desk. I could have spent in on many things, like a soda, or fuel for my car, or.. I dunno, vodka if I so felt like it.

But I didn’t. By saving one dollar – while not having any other money – I proved to myself that I can save money. Any amount, really. So this next paycheck, which comes this morning, I will put a $20 away with my $1. It’s not much, I know, but they symbolism behind it means a lot to me.

Did anyone catch the Boondock Saints reference? I love that movie. Especially Willem Dafoe in his amazingly flamboyant portrail of Agent Smeker. If you haven’t seen the movie, you need to. It’s cheesey and silly and awesomely violent.

1. It’s really hard to convince people to vote when you’re not feeling it as much as you want to. For instance, I have spent all day attempting to encourage some of the people I work (clients, not peers) with to vote. I love people advocating for themselves. I even held an inpromptu discussion over the Presidential candidates talking points -- just to get a discussion going. I turned out to be lackluster and boring. Maybe I can do better as we get closer to ending this election season.

2. Working from Noon to 8pm is pretty cool. I get lots of over-time, too. It tends to be stressful, as I have approximately eleventy supervisors. Oh, and I left my Nalgene at work. I’m sad. And dehydrated. I need to buy a new one anyway.

3. I found a horrible and shocking video on YouTube the other day. Not only do I disagree with the message, I’m not sure the children in this scary propaganda-esque hate video really even understand what they’re really saying. Read the comments on the YouTube page.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=LlItG4raicA

4. I believe, and like, the Filter For Good concept. In fact, I haven’t purchased a bottle of water (unless I’m without my Nalgene) since I took the pledge. I’ve also increased my water consumption and eliminated soda from my diet.

5. I like goats. Especially the Fainting kind. My family raises them, and has about 70. They’re like pets… awesome.