I’m not depressed! I got over it, or got over myself, or whatever. Point being, I’m feeling much better. Maybe Brian’s humunahs cured me? Or maybe it was the new Go Jimmy Go CD? Or maybe it was Sibrina’s many kind words and phone calls? I thank you all for thinking of me, and for kicking me in the pants.
Also, how can I be depressed when there’s a three day weekend coming up? A three day weekend with fireworks, no less.
I had a really good salad the other day, too. Oh, and I’ve been blowing the diet. Had myself a peanut butter and jam buritto last night. And chocolate ice cream. And Newcastle. MMmmmmmm Carbs!
Every day is a new opportunity to try to eat better and fail miserably.
Okay, so for nor particular reason, really, I’m kind of blue. Just the non-specific bummers. I just need a hug . . . actually, twenty three hugs would be better. Or, you know, 58. Actually, 1003 hugs might help me feel a little better. So, if you see me soon, and you want to give me a squish, I’d appreciate it.
Tales of the City to follow, when I’m in a better frame of mood to tell. The story of Time Square is not to be missed. You’ll like, I swear. High-jinks aplenty.
I love you. Good night!
How many of the truly ridiculous evenings of my life have started with Sibrina saying: “Drink this!” ? Too many to count.
Except on MySpace, where I found out today that you cannot add yourself as a friend. Lame.
Nobody loves me like me. Nobody knows when to give me my space when I need it like I do. No one else views me as the center of their universe the way that I do.
Okay, the novelty of this entry has worn off, and now I realize that it’s just ridiculous.
Seriously, though . . . I’m very excited to be going on vacation. I’m outta here, posers . . .
Hopefully I’ll have good stories to tell when I get back. Something to amuse you all.