its funny how much fun this random guestbook signing week is.

its unbelievably fun. for me at least. i just find random diaries, read (sometimes i read a whole lot more than i planned on reading) and then sign saying "happy random guestbook signing week"

i tell ya, it could be a dangerous thing....people could go just nutsoid.

anyways.

i just applied a whole shit load of anti inflamatory type cream on my shoulder....and now that most of my arm is numb, i'm gonna go back, sit down, and watch edtv.....and get a dumb glaze over my eyes.

i talk with him almost to the point of too much. at work, on the bus home from work, at home, until my cell battery died.

why am i like this? why can't i just....i don't know.

i don't even know what i want from "this". i mean...theres things i want...in that way that i won't get into it....its just so....unbelievably natural to hang out for hours.

i think i'm gonna try and steal him away tomorrow night....go see the italian job. woot.

shoulder meds kicking in....almost time for snoozing.

music: none.

in my head: busta rhymes & mariah carey - i know what you want