I keep thinking of things to add to the random number of facts about me, but I forget to write it down. I suck like that.

And how insanely amused am I that the quote chosen for 12% Beer from that entry was simply "When I was 5, I made my own porn magazine"? The answer to that question would be: very. Thanks, Joey!

Work made me sneeze a lot. That is all you need to know about that.

So far, I have ended two sentences with "that".

Three.

Oh, it gets better, baby. Make that language beg for mercy.

I told my supervisor about the Hardcore Camping Trip and she got very excited. She thinks it's very cool that May and I are more than willing to put ourselves through that. (Four!) And I didn't even mention our official motto: We ain't coming home till we got scurvy.

She even asked for pictures.

This made me happy, for I will have to take several days off for the excursion and it's good to have a boss that expressed interest in having her own Hardcore Camping Trip.

So yeah, even though the trip is many months away, I am already getting all kinds of excited. If I were a boy, I would totally have a Hollywood loaf working, 24/7.

And! And! And! May agreed to go camping this weekend, so yay. It'll be a little Easter celebration. Maybe we'll even see the likeness of Jesus in the pee can.

I don't know what's been wrong with me lately (OK, so that's a filthy, filthy lie, but I'm not going to waste the finger movements writing about it) but I can't seem to stay here without feeling like I'm losing something. That so does not make sense, but I can't really explain it any better.

This stagnancy is making me think and sometimes it feels like there's a hand on my chest, pushing down, down, down until my breath gets caught in my throat when I try to inhale. Exhaling is no problem. Exhaling is the last thing you do before you die, if you're lucky.

My god, am I getting really fucking weird.

I just keep thinking about things and wondering and dwelling and trying to stay still. It's not good. And I know it's never going to be resolved because fuck all if I ever get to see closure.

"I let him get to me but he don't let me get to him"

Ha ha. Say goodbye to Ambiguity, darlings. It was good while it lasted, huh? Ambiguity says it's sorry it missed you and won't you give it a call during the summer? K.I.T.

It's a good thing May forbade me to bring my cell phone camping this weekend.

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