Weird Happenings...
Saturday night wasn't the best of ideas. I did some really stupid things that I might or might not get into at a later point in time. If you know what it all was about, let it go. It's that embarrassing.
But I'm buzzing still right now. So that's a good thing.
This means nothing. But then again a young lady with the selfsame name is probably wondering what took me so long and why I wasn't where I was. Airports and homework, lads and lassies. Boo for me. I feel like Peter Parker right now.
I got the quote of the year today. It's brilliant. I love it. It's so bloody fitting it's ridiculous. Jenn's a genius (hope I spelled that right) in that regard.
Not my days, but those are almost all gone. Good news: I think I'm dating someone. Bad news: I'm not dating someone. In between news: I have NO idea what's going on. Freefall without a bloody parachute (spelled right, I guess). I miss being 6 years old. And not because of the tracksuit and cowboy boots. 1983 was a good year for that...especially being a weird oddball kid like I was.
Time to pass out. It's been a day of it.
More to follow. Tail, dog, nose, cat. That bit of a weekender. Oh, and the badness of the Jack.