I got a lamb gyro for dinner because I didn't feel like eating my own cooking again. It had a violent disagreement with my insides and they won.

Also, I think I'm going to have to stop talking. My need to be liked/appreciated/a significant part of whatever group I'm in has the unintended effect of turning me into a blithering idiot. yeah. Also, when I'm not being an idiot, I'm being combative. And, if I don't get enough sleep, I get downright mean. yeah. I give up.

WTB blond with visible legs. Actually, if my own legs were visible, none of this would matter anyway. They're really good legs. Maybe I could kill the personality or lack thereof or w/e entirely and just go with the legs. Might work, ya never know.

Actually, what I think it is is I'm everybody's wierdo that they don't really want to be friends with. So, I don't raise anybody's social standing and I'm not chill enough to provide any sort of chill, for lack of a better word. I'm not pretty enough to pull off the veiled thing. Apparently, if I'm good, I'm intimidating and if I'm not, I'm just stupid. yeah.

Legs.