Do you ever have one of those days when no matter where you are, you just feel like you don’t belong there?

So tomorrow I start new diet number 158. It isn’t too complicated, less food, more healthy stuff, more water, more exercise. Lets hope it works.

I'm bored.

How is it that a person can forgive you for something so terrible when you haven’t even forgiven yourself?

Yet knowing I don’t deserve it I still want forgiveness from another, my god I am the most selfish person on the planet.

So today has been dubbed the most depressing day of the year. Apparently January 24th always has bad weather, everyone is still in debt from the holidays, and by now everyone is mad at themselves for giving up on their resolutions.

In light of this new information - I’m going back to bed!

I’m getting really tired of seeing New England in the Super Bowl. I can’t stand the Pats, I can’t stand Tom Brady; all in all I hate this team.

I never thought I would be cheering for the Eagles, first time for everything I guess.

So this guy stalks a girl (19-year-old Megan Leann Holden) working in Wal-Mart, walked around the store for over an hour waiting for her to get off work, then followers her out to her car and attacks her. She was found shot to death in a ditch a few days later ( Read more... )

Maybe that whole love thing is just a grown-up version of Santa Claus; just a myth we've been fed since childhood. So, we keep buying magazines, joining clubs, and doing therapy and watching movies with hit pop songs played over love montages all in a pathetic attempt to explain why our love Santa keeps getting caught in the chimney.

Knock it off Napolean and make yourself a dang casadilla!

I had to give Frau back her Napolean Dynamite DVD tonight and now I’m going through withdrawals.

So….
I caught you a delicious bass.

I can’t find my Italian book; this is very much not good. I already have a ton of homework to do for the class and I can’t do any of it yet. I ripped the house and my car apart tonight trying to find it with no success.