Good evening. I dyed my hair back to jet black last night. It had been brown, but originally black. But not this black. IT's cool though. I'm tired. Sleepy. I bought a six dvd set called the Encyclopedia of WWII. That should be interesting to watch. Trying to get the nerve to ask out the girl at the convenience store. Her name is Katie. Not sure if it's with a C or K. I'm sorta hungry. Not in a "I'm gonna eat whatever is in the fridge" sorta way, more in a "I'm bored, so let's see what's going on in the kitchen" kinda way. A few years ago I used to do the whole cutting thing. I'm just wondering if anyone else here did that or does that and what it did for them, or what they thought it did for them. I want a puppy. I'll name him Astropup. Or Jules. Maybe Puppy Balboa. Not sure. My brother said he saw Bennifer, you know, the weird amalgam of Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez, in Kroger a while back. How gross is that? I feel like quitting my crappy job and starting over. So what if I am up to Adam's Apple in debt? Is that supposed to keep me down? You can do whatever you want, right? There is always a choice. I could make panties for alligators for a living if I wanted to. They might not sell that much, but so what? That would be my decision to do it. I could callem Allipanties. Life is what you make of it. If you make it shitty, then it will be a big rotting pot of doo. Make it fun! Make it crazy! Just don't make it dreary. WHere oh where is the good in that? My rambling is complete. Take care, my lovely fleshbags.