what to write...

my ear is mutating. more precicely, my daith, because I've been playing with the ring far too much. Pus-filled fun for all!!!

Well, at least I can have Shyla take a look at it tomorrow when I go to Axis for my lip retainer. I have to go to TCF too. And with all of these errands on Washington Ave, I will undoubtedly run into Mr. Dumb Break-Your-Heart Dipshit- by my own choosing nonetheless: another emotionally brilliant move by yours truely. I still don't know what the deal is with his ex, I don't think I want to know- but I need to know- for sure this time. My ability to handle this information will be inversely proportionate to the amount of alcohol available for consumumption. I really, really, don't want another drunken fiasco.

Last night, I was explaining to a good friend of mine how I suck at life. And he said that he doesn't think that at all; that I just need to have a more developed bullshit filter. Agreed. Life is one step closer to being solved.