Monday, November 17, 2003
My blog is a dark spot on the sun.
Everyone else has these cool ass blogs, and mine sucks. *pouts* I don't have much to say again today. I didn't know Nailz was sick. Why don't people tell me these things? I did a lot of drunken journaling on my trip. I'm sort of scared to read and see what I wrote--IF I can even read my handwriting. We'll see. Curiousity will most likely get the better of me.
I got a massage. I admit that I paid for it, but only 10 Euros. It was great. I'm sore now, though. Think I should get them weekly. I don't think that's such a bad idea...*drools thinking about it* The massage-lady (that's what I'll call her, because I'm too tired to try to think of how to spell that word massous (or the correct spelling of that anyway)) kept telling me to relax my muscles in my shoulders, but I just couldn't, try as I might. This is sad, I realize that I will never be able to fully relax while in the presence of others. Never, never. I don't think I ever completely relaxed with Dave either, though I think I came closest to it with him. Just goes to show why you should never let your guard down, doesn't it? Second you trust someone, the moment you're relaxed...they're going to turn around and leave.
Ok, here's a quiz...couldn't help it, I was in a goofy mood when I took this:
Sponge Bob Square Pants: you like them square and
spongy.
Which guy are you destined to have sex with?
brought to you by Quizilla
Haha! Now what do you think of me?! *runs away laughing maniacally*
0 CoMmEnTs
Everyone else has these cool ass blogs, and mine sucks. *pouts* I don't have much to say again today. I didn't know Nailz was sick. Why don't people tell me these things? I did a lot of drunken journaling on my trip. I'm sort of scared to read and see what I wrote--IF I can even read my handwriting. We'll see. Curiousity will most likely get the better of me.
I got a massage. I admit that I paid for it, but only 10 Euros. It was great. I'm sore now, though. Think I should get them weekly. I don't think that's such a bad idea...*drools thinking about it* The massage-lady (that's what I'll call her, because I'm too tired to try to think of how to spell that word massous (or the correct spelling of that anyway)) kept telling me to relax my muscles in my shoulders, but I just couldn't, try as I might. This is sad, I realize that I will never be able to fully relax while in the presence of others. Never, never. I don't think I ever completely relaxed with Dave either, though I think I came closest to it with him. Just goes to show why you should never let your guard down, doesn't it? Second you trust someone, the moment you're relaxed...they're going to turn around and leave.
Ok, here's a quiz...couldn't help it, I was in a goofy mood when I took this:
Sponge Bob Square Pants: you like them square and
spongy.
Which guy are you destined to have sex with?
brought to you by Quizilla
Haha! Now what do you think of me?! *runs away laughing maniacally*