I am constantly amusing myself, let me tell ya. Last night after I went to church for my group thing, I went to the porn store and rented more movies. Of course, that was probably a waste of money now that I'm in my current condition, but that's just me. That's who I am.. a nice mixture of Godly and Pornly.

Guys out there don't know what they're missing, for the reals. I would go to the strip club with them, drool at nekkid chicks with them, fart and burp and laugh like a guy with them, and then go home and be all girly and cook dinner and do laundry and put out. I am the perfect woman, god damnit. Where are all the boys? Why aren't they all knocking my door down?

Matt actually initiated conversation last night for the first time in weeks. It was just to tell me about a song he wanted me to listen to (I couldn't because yeah, my speakers don't work) that he wanted to listen to together. I can dig it. It's just the little things sometimes, you know?

I'm going to go deal with my lovely cramps now.