Ahh. Randomness.

It's nice to take a break from MySpace and brain vomit over here instead, where hardly anybody reads so it's a bit easier to be completely honest.

Doing much, much better about Fritz. In fact, I haven't cried in over a week (.-;; We had an exchange of rather long e-mails that helped me develop some closure. So yay for me.

Now for random theories of the universe...er somethin' like that...

Have you ever had a pimple on the INSIDE of your nose? Like, a real zit, just hanging out inside your nostril where there's no possibility whatsoever of you're being able to get rid of it? It hurts! I can hardly stand to blow my nose (which is kind of important, this time of year. Damn allergies).

Currently eating peanut butter and honey sandwhiches. Good shit. I even have the raspberry flavored honey. Mmm...raspberries...give me anything with raspberries in it or that taste like raspberries and I'll eat it right up. Yummy.

My truck broke down on me last Sunday morning. Just gave a *pop!*, stalled out, and wouldn't start back up. Thankfully my mom bought me a AAA membership when I moved back down here, so I got it towed for free and then when I got the repairs done (apparently the ignition coil went bad...so I told them to do a tune up, change the spark plug wires, distributor cap & rotor, and give that b*tch an oil change, too) I got 10% off the cost of my repairs...which is a good thing...because, even with the discount, I ended up paying FIVE HUNDRED FORTY DOLLARS to get my truck back!!! $540!!!!! Dang! Labor cost almost TWICE as much as parts alone, and then there's the $90 diagnostic tests to see why the hell it wouldn't start...$99 dollars for a set of spark plug wires. $99!!! And what burns my butt is if I had a garage and some of the right tools I could do almost all of this shit myself. On the plus side, Kyle took me to pick it up when it was done, then we went out to lunch (unlimited soup, salad, and breadsticks at Olive Garden...yum...), then we went to the mall...where I decided to celebrate the return of my truck with a couple new bumper stickers. I found some fularious ones--get this. They're 8 inch long BAND-AIDS!!! Hehehe...so now my P.O.S-10 is sporting some automobile-sized band-aids...one's over a rust patch, the other one I put on the side of the hood over my wheel so it's really easy to see. That amused the hell out of me. I also treated myself to $35 dollars worth of my favorite smelly stuff from Bath & Body Works (white tea and ginger) because they're discontinuing it so I had to stock up. Then I got a massage from my buddy's buddy Alan who has a place in downtown East Lansing. Alan's cool...worked out the knot in my shoulder pretty well...then Alan and I went to Grand Rapids to take our mutual friend Tad out to dinner for his birthday. Needless to say...I won't be able to spend any money on anything but bills, gas, groceries, and smokes for the next 2 years or so. Thankfully I work in a restaurant so I'm guranteed to be able to eat at least once for five days out of the week.

Which brings me to another subject--Alan's and mine friend, Tad--the one we took out to dinner. Tad and I dated for seven months when we both went to MCC...my parents weren't real thrilled about that, seeing as how he graduated high school the year I was born, but whatever. Let us just say that our relationship was not a very constructive one, at least on my end. Tad has a lot of emotional issues and I just kept trying to pour positive energy into him and his life and it left me exhausted because I got none of it back. After we broke up, we've managed to stay friends, and we're very close now, a hell of a lot closer than when we were together. We can talk to each other about anything and everything. I like it that way. But it seems that Tad is interested in getting back together, seeing as how we both became single again at about the same time. All I have to say is...I'm sorry, but that ship has sailed. It'd be nice to have the great sex, but the point remains that I have moved on from wanting anything resembling a relationship with him again.

I have acquired two new roommates...Rupert 2 and Rupert 3. Rupert 1 unceremoniously got himself stuck in a spiderweb below my front window. The Ruperts are very friendly houseflies who buzzed in when I had my door open to enjoy some fresh air last week. Now, as far as I know, the average housefly only lives a matter of days...but these guys must be feasting on my cigarette butts or something, because they've been hanging out here quite awhile. They're very friendly, they like to explore my exposed skin as I'm sleeping (or trying to sleep), they don't eat much, and they provide some distraction (sometimes rather irritated distraction) from the doldrums of having nothing else to do but stay home. If they stick around a couple more days though, I'm going to be forced to ask the Ruperts to start coughing up some rent money.

So that's my story, tah-dah.