Well... Seeing as how I have not written anything is more then a few days. Let me start by saying I've felt like shit for a few days, and not because i'm sick. And well... A few minutes ago I told Catie I liked her in the 'magical, special, butterflies in stomach' way. Which, in the end will probably turn out to be a bad move, consider (For the most part) I tend to not be attracted to people I don't think I have a chance with. Says a lot for my self-confidence levels, does it not? Considering I don't enjoy talking about my feelings, I don't think I'll be telling anyone else I like them for a while. Not that I like anyone else, regardless. Sigh... more emotional enemas, I suppose. I told Davis that I want an Orca to swim in my bathtub with me, and that I want the words "Fuckin' Aye" copyrighted. meow. Now, If you could just shove 2 of thoes chicken nuggets up your ass... and give me FOUR ChickMcNuggets... and go Half CocaCola, half Diet Coke, we'll be ok.