Today was really not the greatest. The whole day I went around thinking people hated me. It’s not the greatest thing ever.
Let’s just say not a lot has changed.
Okay, so we all know Oprah says take two risks a day? Ugh, so I did take one (aside from alternating my lunch choice this time!) I just told a complete stranger* that I love her.
* I was refereed by a friend.
Okay, please note that this love is completely platonic. I’m simply in love with the tiny fraction of who she is in her Xanga. To quote “a friend”: “she’s so us.” And saying all this has made me really quite happy. Thank you kind soul.
Generally, I really hate this show with it’s family of seven and torrents of problems, however, it just happened to be on after Gilmore Girls, so I was like, what the hell. I watched it.
I haven’t been that inspired by television in a long time. And as sad as it was (the poor boy with turrets syndrome), I came out happy. They always manage to fix everything in the end. I wish my life was like that.
I’m happy. And I’m definitely bipolar.
I always try to save some of the marshmallow things until the end, but I always end up with some flake things and pink milk. My mind wanders.