Something tells me I'm in for something good

That song was playing while I was on hold FOREVER w/ this other ofc...and now I'm destined for it to repeat over and over and over and...you get where I'm going with this...until I can't take it anymore. At that point, I'll shout "I can't take it anymore" (like Squints in "The Sandlot"..." oiling and lotioning, lotioning and oiling"...anyone? anyone?) then my head will explode. Yes, just like that.

I'm sleepy today. This is what happens when I stay up past 1130. Isn't that sad? A little, yes, but I can't help that I need a minimum of 7 hours sleep to function properly. It's just the way I was made. I'm still determined to go to the gym after work, even though all I want to do is lie around, zombie like, and watch tv.

I've decided to not be as obsessive. That's it, just another thing I've decided to not be. It's what I do. I wonder if I can keep it up. Stay tuned for updates.

I'm starving. Literally, famished as hell.

Ashley sent me pics of Jake G. w/ a shaved head. He doesn't look good...not at all. It's like everything I've ever known has been wrong....I feel confused/hurt/angry/etc. And Ashley's trying to find a way to pin it on KD. I guarantee it was she said "Jake, you should shave your head so you can look bad like me and then we'll make sense" (or something along those lines). B*tch. I'll scratch her eyes out.
R.