-Just to warn you: I've become ridiculously boring.

-I'm still completely immersed in "Lost." I'm currently on season three, where everything gets all fucked up. Well, obviously the whole show is fucked up, but I mean, this is really fucked up.

-My arms hurt. Really badly. It's that good "I've been working out a lot in the last month" kind of hurt, but it's still pain. Oh yeah, did I mention that I'm shedding pounds like... something that sheds things well? Some sort of high-powered shedding machine? Well, I am. And it's pretty cool.

-I'm back to the whole "I have a crush on everybody but can accomplish actual flirting with nobody" situation. Excellent. Oh god, do I suck at this whole "flirt with boys" thing. I'm finally above guttural noises and can actually form complete sentences, but dude. Dude. I am twenty-three years old. I should have been flirting for like ten years at this point, and successfully flirting for at least five of them. Jesus H. I'll get there.

-I feel weird that I have absolutely zero concept of who the Jonas Brothers are. Should I care? And why? I've seen a lot of pictures of the singer doing the splits, and while the still shot makes him look like some kind of bad ass rock star man, my instincts tell me otherwise. I've heard things like "Disney" and "purity rings" and "Miley Cyrus" mentioned in the same breath with these dudes. Maybe I should retract my question and continue to be blissfully ignorant.

-You know what I love? Tilapia. For real. I've been eating a lot of fish lately and I can't stop thinking about tilapia. Ever. Especially parmesan-crusted tilapia. Or jalapeno-crusted tilapia. Ohhhhhh god I need to stop right now.

-I'm loving that it is raining almost every day. Does this indicate that I should move to Seattle? Is that cliché to say that? Yeah. Retraction. Gross.

-Back to this flirting business. I've decided that it's stupid. Flirting is a game. I hate games. I don't play that shit. Done and done -- over it. Thank you, Blogger, for giving me the avenue to discover my inner self-confidence around the male gender, just in time to go to a social gathering of local rock stars and artists who are all single males between the ages of 24-27. Perfect.

-Oh yeah, I've taken some photos lately. If you haven't seen them yet, you probably should.















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