pomfelo

And I'm back. I still have a bunch of crap to finish, but I've got a lull coming up after my night class. Yay.

I finally got to hang out with Bianca for a little bit the other night. Nothing special, but it's weird. Give me five minutes and I somehow enter a "gay best friend" kinda mode. Not that I want something to go on between me and her (she's dating my best friend) it just annoys me how quickly I become a eunich around women. I've gotta grow a pair.

As you can see, I've become a bit reflective about myself. One of the things I've noticed is I am almost incapable of using slang in both the spoken word and in writing. I guess I get self-concious, but oddly enough, I can use arachaic phrases in everyday speech with ease. I would have no problem in public saying, "I thnk that lulubelle is the bee's knees, but that frog she's dating ought to get on the wanged on the noggin. I neep therapy.

Okay, ignore everything above. I need to get my yaya's out. (See what I mean?)