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i'm horribly crabby. i feel like my acid reflux is eating through my beautiful esophagus. somebody stop the burning!!

i have mustard on my pants. i had a hot dog at harry potter the other night and got mustard all over them in the dark. mustard stains like the dickens. but its not a stain. i just forgot about it and wore them to work like this and didn't notice until i was in the car. mayelin says it just looks like a highlighter exploded on me. so i guess that's good.

this is just one of those days where one crappy thing happens after another. it started off by me dropping one of my hash browns on the floor. i didn't eat it. i did consider it. i also considered washing it under the tap, but that wouldn't have helped. i offended one person. stuck my foot in my mouth with another person. and all of this before 8:44 this morning.

i remember lana telling me once that men are like waffles and women are like spaghetti. a man can come to work after having problems at home and it doesn't effect his job or other aspects of his life. each aspect is a different piece of the waffle and they're all divided up. where a woman can go to work after dealing with problems at home and it effects her whole day. because it all gets mixed together like in spaghetti. i think i agree with that. its true in my life. i'm trying to become more guarded, not to share everything with everyone. lana used to tell me i was a blabber mouth. that's probably true too. she's very smart.

the thing is... not everyone wants to know everything about everyone else. i do. but i'm nosey. but also because i feel like understanding a person's past helps me understand their make-up. who they are and why they're like that. i guess sometimes it doesn't hurt to hold back. but i don't understand these people who don't share things. or people who give mixed messages. i suppose mixed messages are often a result of the person misinterpreting the messages. its like that simon and garfunkel song that says "a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest". very true for men and women a like. wow, that is a really scattered paragraph. i'm not even sure WHAT i'm getting at.

pspd makes me feel like a combination of carrie bradshaw and bridget jones, with a twist of my own unique form of quirky.

maybe its not acid reflux. maybe i'm having a heart-attack.

i haven't had a pomegranate in several weeks.

i'm feeling a little lonely.

sit on top of the world and tell me what you're thinking
take my hand and show me where we're going
take your time