Fuck toes!
So, the trip to Pennsylvania to pick up Tina for Junior Ring is not going to happen. But she also told me that she's newly committed to her dreamboat, so I'd be kicked in the dick all weekend trying to be a gentleman and pretend that our intention for the three months since I invited her wasn't to shag like rabbits this weekend. I saw it coming - that's a benefit of being a pessimist, you prepare for a hurricane every time it rains. She was always that impossible goal, just out of reach. Angry? Not so much. Jealous? Oh yeah. Just when both of us were single and looking forward to having fun together, St. Michael came trotting into her life.
Can't be helped - he takes good care of her and she's disgustingly gooey every time he is even mentioned in passing. So good luck to them with that. I'll probably be too busy training soon to worry about Jack & Jill crap anyway.
Oh! Downfall of the pessimist - I didn't mention the positive side of things. I recently discovered a friend who is a lot of fun to hang out with. She came to the Pegasus cast party (stand by for commentary on the musical - still churning up enough venom to express my angst) with me and made me once again realize that it's never as bad as I think it is. So, as soon as "Operation Tina Extraction" went FUBAR, my focus switched completely to the treasure in front of me. She's not 800 miles away, has no toes to be stepped on, and is guaranteed to be fun to be around this weekend. I'm all kinds of excited. Yeah, that's it.

Good Day Bad Cold
So, I'm sick. The infirmary nurse, upon a thurough evaluation from 20 feet across the room, has diagnosed me with a head cold. So the bad news is that my head is flowing whenever it shouldn't and stopping up when it should flow. Constant sore throat, headache, you've seen the commercials. But the good news is that I get codeine for the nightime and I can play video games in-between much-needed rest.
Some new friends asked me to give them a ride to Wal-mart tonight. Who am I to refuse two lovely ladies in distress? I got to play with some cheap neon picnic stuff, throw some candy, and at the end we went to Friendly's. It's true - they're really friendly.
The trip also reminded me that no matter how bad I feel about anything, there's always someone who appreciates me...well, for more than my car, I'm sure...I mean, uhh, err, umm...YES I'M AWESOME!

Asshole
So, no matter how lightly I try to tread, I always manage to stomp down hard on a toe-popper. I can't win. Everything I say, innocent though my intentions may be, is taken to offense, and even the way I look at people when they're talking ot me me makes them angry. I can wear out a welcome in under an hour without an effort. But hey, at least I'll get the chance to go where there are lots of assholes, in the sandbox, and we'll just all get along as we rudely exchange fire in an attempt to kill each other.

Stand-off
No more entries until I get some feedback.

Peer Pressure
Underpants rock Bill's socks.

So, I did it. More and more my friends are using internet journals, online diaries, and weblogs. So now I'm just another victim of a fad. Hang me up between the Furbies and Tomagatchis.
I figure, unless they start charging me for this, I can use it to let people know what's going on in my world without sending out mass emails like I did when I was a rook. Now the masses come to ME - let them do the work. And if no one cares? I'll have fun just reading the crap I come up with when I stop thinking. If you have comments on crap that I say, don't be shy. If you are too lazy to leave a comment, think of the children and muster up the creativity to leave me something. Maybe a funny story, a catch phrase, a riddle, something.