“I Know You Only Make Cheese Friends When Something’s Bothering You.”

Yes, I KNOW, I haven’t updated in a week. I haven’t felt like it. So suck it.

I DO update my Twitter at least once a day, so if you come here and you’re devastated that I haven’t updated, you can check the sidebar on the right for a dumb sentence or two. I call those “stalker crumbs”. (This includes other people’s Tweets that I read. Stalker crumbs are delicious.)

Things I have been up to:

* Beers and bonfires with pals
* Playing with puppies
* Staying up all night with Rob
* Slumdog Millionaire with Tom
* Twin Peaks with Twin Peaks Club
* Getting weirdly turned on by this violent Erik story
* Potential Intervention marathon with the Erins
* Dancing to It’s Blitz!
* Chatting with my sister-in-law and hanging up happy
* Boot camp workouts
* Running to prevent any obese Fish Fry/Samoa tragedies
* Obsessing over Tracy Jordan’s Cheese Friends

Now that I think about it, I was probably feeling too fat to write. It happens. Does too. It’s over now.

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I’m at this ridiculous stage in my life (so ridic, in fact, that a gay friend just called it “gay”) where I’m reevaluating basically everything. It’s a battle between “things/habits/people/places that I actually like” versus “things/habits/people/places that I am used to”. I wasn’t prepared to launch into a full mental overhaul but my brain is forcing me. Does this mean I’m pregnant?*

The downside to having a blog that (theroretically) everyone reads is that I can’t write about people unless it is 100% positive. I’m not mad at anyone; I’m just deciding some stuff and I have nowhere to write and hash everything out. I may have to fire up the ‘ol private LiveJournal. But don’t be paranoid. Just know that you are all up for review. (Totally kidding.)

I don’t know how to explain this mood I’m in without rambling for days and days about nothing at all. All I can say is I feel like things are changing, and I’m not yet sure if it’s my life or just me.

*Nope. It absolutely does not.