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I don't know how I feel about the lil zealot. I can gush about how I love my friends but when it comes to him, I'm mum.

Or am I?

I do love him, but I love him in the way I love R., L., and the gang. I'm not "In love". Obsessed a little, but that's par. when I decided to love Toby, I knew in my heart it would end because you can't form a meaningful relationship if the guy starts spouting his love for you within 24 hours. It's just an excuse to try and get laid.

The li'l zealot has learned his lesson. Sorta. he won't kiss anybody unless he means it (wandering hands don't seem to be a big problem for him tho')
which sucks in the way that his hands are *ahem* wandering and all I see if I look up is a cat's grin on his face. And he won't admit any feelings either past getting onto God's second choice.

What utter bullshit. God gave him an option. Borgy broke it off. the girl herself knew it was wrong to be with him, but he was so completely obsesssed with her that he thinks he screwed up God's choice.
And the girl's not known for being a bright one either.

And I aint' a second choice.

I'm not going to be ANY choice if we can't cool the wandering hands.

Eeep!

gagh!

K. rolled his four wheeler ontop of himself on Saturday, and popped his leg out of place. The guys popped it back in for him, and he rode home. A hurting unit, but he rode home nonetheless. Now I just heard he flew up to Anchorage yesterday because the x-ray shows a cracked pelvis. I had to call the li'l zealot to find out. :(.

I should've asked the li'l zealot how he was after tuesday morning. :)

Come to find out, K. had CRUSHED his hip. not cracked it. Yeowtch.

ah...okay

I'm kinda proud of myself. Tuesday, I made it through the day on only 45 min. of sleep. I didn't feel tired in the least, until I got home from work. I turned my truck off in the driveway and woke up 30 minutes later.

Of course, waking up in someone else's bed after the first 45 minutes could be the reason I wasn't tired all day either....

Sounds bad, but it was a hell of a chess game. Fucker took out my queen, finally.

I'm sorta pissed

I'm a bit upset about this Google thing. I could care less, but come on! I'd rather go to MyOpera.com than deal with this monster. But...My friends know this space. If the Myopera thing is still open, I'll try to switch my stuff over there.


And I can't control my text size right now either...