So I called you a Muffin Slut? What are you going to do?

Yes it appears that I have become a muffin slut. I can't stop making and eating muffins. I'm not trying to be funny either. I've bought 5, yes 5, packages of muffin mix in the last week, and I can't stop myself. All i can think about is making more muffins and eating them. I ate an entire package yesterday. All I day i dream about bluberries, and banana nut muffins. It's starting to get scary. If I don't have a muffin in the next twenty-four hours, I may end up hurting someone. I think the brand I eat have some sort of chemical additive. Serious. I can't stop thinking about those damn scrumptious muffins. I'll be back. I have to find something to gromp on right now, or I'll explode.

So I just ate an English muffin. Which really isn't a muffin at all. I think it's more like the blacksheep of the muffin family. Reagrdless, it didn't satisfy me.

On to something a little more sane.

Nope. Can't stop thinking about muffins. Damn it.

FIN

Funny the way things happen.....

As I was sitting and watching TV tonight, I though about the one time I actually asked a person to marry me. I don't know why I did it, and at the time I meant it, but I'm glad now that things didn't work out. I know that some of you reading this don't know about it, but it did happen. I never told anyone about it, except for obviously the person I asked.

I'm not looking for marriage, now or anytime in the near future. I'm looking for long term, but not that long term.

Eh, now I'm too tired to go on. I'll explain more tomorrow. Actually I won't. I'm the only person who looks at this, so what's the fucking point.

FIN

Wow.

I love the Post Secret website.

www.postsecret.com

And thnks to them I want to get involved in helping people. I don't want people to make the same mistake I did and try to commit suicide. I tihnk I may have a bit of an insight as to how they are feeling since I was once that way. I have to get involved. I can't let people think that way.

Ahh, the truth comes out

And the truth is??? Well, you'll have to pry it out of me. HA!

Luckily, I had a vacuum.

So I did end up having some fun last night. Actually that is a bit of an understatement. I had a fucking blast. Easily the most fun I've had since I've been down here. The only crappy thing about the night is that it ended earlier than I wanted, but, sometimes that happens. I won't bore you all with all the mundane details, but suffice to say, I'm kicking ass. Only sometimes taking names.

FIN

A.

Amazing. All I have to say.

Do you know where your life is?

Well kids, here it is. Friday night and where am I? Sitting alone in front of my computer, in my pajamas nonetheless, typing into this. It's quite possibly the most bored I've been since moving to Indy. I'd give someone a call to see if anyone is up to haging out, but my dumbass reset my phone on accident, and well now I don't have anyy phone numbers except the ones in my head. All of those numbers though are for people back in Elkhart. So here I sit with my trusty Diet Coke, and pack of smokes, and nothing but the traffic noise to keep me happy. Such a fortunate life.

Have I told anyone how incredibly annoying it is to live a half mile from a fire station? It's so loud. There are at least 20 sirens a day blaring by my windows. I'll only be glad there close if there's a fire here. Otherwise it's just a plain annoyance.

Ahh, so dear readers, it appears I'm in for a crappy night of local TV and counting the sirens. If I have a chance to sneak a picture of them going by I will.

You know what? I desperately want to hang out somewhere. I don't even want to drink. I just want to be social. I really need that right now. I'd post my phone number on here, in the vain hope that someone would call, but it would probably be that guy from Germany who somehow hits my site by trying to look up pictures of people pooping. (By the way, there are none here)

Lastly, I just bit my lip and now it's bleeding. Go fucking figure.

FIN

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