I'm feeling slightly better this week, but mostly because I don't have the time to feel miserable. I am happy the Vincent incident is over, because I couldn't endure the anxiety that came with having my privacy completely invaded.

Hmm, so what do I do with my days? It's a sad and mundane routine, I must admit. Work, nap, supper, read, an unsuccessful attempt to party, repeat. EXCEPT, I went to the water slides this Tuesday with Sara, Mike, Ola and Ryan. That was great but kind of creepy. Everyone there looked like each other. Extremely hick with cliche tattoos. I must have seen 105 butterflies, 87 flowers, 200 tribal patterns, and a countless amount of Chinese script that says "I think I'm being original and cultured by getting this ugly design on my lower back." They probably thought it meant freedom or love or something of the sort.

It's hard coming up with a good and original idea for permanent body ink, so I decided against it. I'm fine with getting more piercings, for now. Also I'm really satisfied with my breast implants. ...

Ha, fooled ya there. You thought I was talking about a boob job. But no, I'm talking about my piercing implants that are on my breasts. Two microdermal diamond studs.

So here's a picture of my cleavage 'cause I have nothing else to say.