why why why.
So... I've met dozens of intellegent, attractive, interesting guys at Loyola (lots of straight ones too!) and I know they're capable of thinking with the correct head then why is it that when push comes to shove the ones I always pick seem to have temporary loss of all logic???? Why? What the fuck is that?
Is there some sort of conspiracy going on? Seriously... I always seem to feel like I'm on the outside or some kind of big inside joke... craziness.
stress is the best supplement for getting a really fantastic run in. I ran six and a half miles this morning lost in thought and on a runners high. I was never a runner before I found out that endorphins were involved. I love those damn endorphins.
And Jayne... this morning the slow kids were back in the rec plex... I think I freaked one of them out.
Emily- did you call the other day? I'll try to catch you after nine....
How did it get to be Friday all over again? This whole mardi gras thing has been a strange strange week.... suprisingly enough no one came to visit.... and it's probably a good thing because I was a pretty boring by Nola standards... perhaps a suprise visit from someone next week though.... good times.