So, a couple things

I realized it's April yesterday which means a birthday is around the corner, however, this year I will officially call it my ex-wife's anniversary rather than my birthday because it will celebrate infidelity rather than me getting one year older. I think that's the move. She managed to knockout Vegas, Valentine's day and my birthday from things that I liked. I guess I should just be thankful that she didn't sleep with my dad or anything. Well, at least not that I know of. I know. Bitter.

Dizzy as fuck this morning. Sunday drinking should be avoided at all costs. This is the second one in two weeks, by the way. I also forgot to wear a belt to work. I feel naked. I've also been up since 5:00 AM and got into work shortly after 6:00 because there was really nothing else to do this morning.

May have actually recovered a number from a girl that I think I'm supposed to fall in love with. It's just a weird feeling I had when I met her. She texted me back when I asked if I should delete that number and if we can get past her having a boyfriend we can probably get to the business of getting to the business of creating emotional bonds and then breaking them as soon as possible. Leaving nothing but despair in our wake.

I'm at a crossroads with a girl that I hooked up with on a one day stand. She was super hot and funny and twisted. Twisted in that way that girls play Gay Mexican porn on the TV when they know you are coming by their apartment. I had a crush on her really bad, but eventually got over it. I ended up joining a football pool with her after we hooked up and now she is sending e-mails for contributions for a walk to cure something. I feel obligated to contribute something, but can't figure out why. We never talk and I even made a point of showing her friend when I deleted her number out of my phone because she is trouble. So, through various methods of making it almost impossible to communicate with her, we still manage to find a venue of communication somehow. Blame it on myspace, we should've never have met and wouldn't've had it not been for social networking and a mutual friend in LA. The universe is weird like that.

Speaking of the universe, rumor has it we are getting our fuckin' war on again on April 6th at 4 AM by way of shelling Iran for making nukes. Why can't anyone just play well with each other. Gas will be at $5 a gallon by the end of the Summer. I think I may start biking it just to not let more money go to big oil. Also, isn't it funny that with the Interweb, there are just no secrets anymore?

Apparently, I've just been informed that I was making grand statements such as "Underwear is just a complete waste of time" last night. I stand by that declaration, by the way.

Finally, I just quickly proofed what I had written up there and realized I should not be let near anyone. The purpose of my existence seems to be to make people's lives more complicated than they need to be. I really just need to leave people alone and let them go on with their fruitful lives. I'm starting to feel like a snake in a garden. Like I'm on this earth to ruin it for for people.

Oooooh. I just remembered trying to find someone to play steal the bacon with the other night. No one can remember how to play it, but I know it involves chalkboard erasers. The game probably vanished when the chalkboard did due to its reliance on said erasers.

Today is turning into the longest day ever.