It may be too early in my lifetime to say this, or it may just be that I'm going crazy... but everyday is a holiday for me, and the holidays are just another day. It's just not interesting anymore. Parties are so last year. Maybe I've become more selfish and just don't care about others and what they think. Well, that's not true, I definately still care for people. Maybe I grew up? Shit, that's scary.

Well, at least people still remember me for my infamous parties. More then a few people in the last week or so have asked if I'm going to throw one of my crazy new year's bashes. My response? No time, didn't plan it. I wanted it to. Don't know why I didn't plan it, but it's too late now. Ok, well it's not too late, cuz i'm pretty sure last year I threw it with only 2 days to plan it, but still.

Only one thing I want this news year, and i'm probably not going to get it. We'll see though.

If not, then i'm just going to snuggle next to my warm cozy mini-heater, bust out some champagne, and watch the ball drop on TV.

There's three types of people in this world when concerning the social group. I don't exactly know how to name them, but something like "The Getter", "The Gotten" and "The Tagalongs" works. These all the social types that I have experienced in my days of chilling.

The Getter: This is the person who always does all the calling, plans the event, and then makes sure everyone else goes. S/he doesn't necessarily have to be the only person in the group that does this though. This responsibility may be shared by multiple individuals who may work as a group to coordinate the gathering. "You call A, B, C, i'll go make the plans and call D, E, and F." Nobody ever calls them to invite them, because they usually take initiative to make the plans. If for some reason the Getter does not make plans, then s/he will probably be forgotten and not chilled with, since everyone will just assume s/he was busy doing something else.

The Gotten: These are those who don't plan anything, don't really even do much, except that they are probably the "cool" people to chill with. For example it might be a really hot girl, or a really rich guy, or the really funny guy who makes every dull moment interesting, or a really ugly girl with alot of cute friends. These are the people that the Getters call so that they'll have a group to hang out with. The Gotten never call anyone and never has to plan anything because they are always invited and welcomed to any and every event. Hell, sometimes they don't even need to have money or a car.. people will just pay for them and pick them up just to chill with them.

The Tagalongs: Though the name may have a negative conotation, they aren't necessarily unwanted. By (my) definition, these are those that the Getter doesn't call. They might be those who have called the Getter, or those that might have called the Gotten who in turned passed along the information (cuz remember, the Gotten never calls anyone). In terms of my above example, these may be the cute friends of that ugly girl who have called knowing that she would probably have something for them to do. They are usually just the stragglers of the group who aren't personal enough with the Getter to get directly invited, or just void of any personality. People will say hi to them if they are at an event, but if not, their absense isn't really noticed for the most part.

And i'm sure there is crossups between the groups... like a Getter-Gotten who might have received a call to do something who in turn will call others to go with him. Or a Tagalong-Getter who has to call someone to find something to do, but then will call up all her friends to not be the only one who's going.

One thing is for sure though... Once you are categorized with a particular group of friends, then you will play that role until either a particular role needs to be filled (the Getter gets pissed off and never chills with that group again, someone new has to plan the events.) or you move on to a completely new group of friends.

Yea. I have too much free time.

Sorry.. don't have much to say. Not really allowed to say much either. All I really can say is that i'm takin on a project...

So ¿MyStiFieD? weekend update:
Friday: Business Meeting
Saturday: Business Meeting
Sunday: Business shelf building.

Crap man. I think it's finally time I bitten off more then I can chew.

Well, it's good to know I'm not crazy:

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	High
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Click Here To Take The Test --

for the highs:
Histrionic
People with histrionic personality disorder are constant attention seekers. They need to be the center of attention all the time, often interrupting others in order to dominate the conversation. They use grandiose language to describe everyday events and seek constant praise. They may dress provacatively or exaggerate illnesses in order to gain attention. They also tend to exaggerate friendships and relationships, believing that everyone loves them. They are often manipulative.

Obsessive-Compulsive
Obsessive-Compulsive personality disorder is similar to obsessive-compulsive anxiety disorder. People with this disorder are overly focused on orderliness and perfection. Their need to do everything "right" often interferes with their productivity. They tend to get caught up in the details and miss the bigger picture. They set unreasonably high standards for themselves and others, and tend to be very critical of others when they do not live up to these high standards. They avoid working in teams, believing others to be too careless or incompetent. They avoid making decisions because they fear making mistakes and are rarely generous with their time or money. They often have difficulty expressing emotion.

I already knew I was obsessive-compulsive, so that's a given.. but I'm taking the "Histronic" one with a large grain of salt. I don't understand how I can seek attention but yet, be critical about everyone around me.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Thanks to all those who took the time to call/im/email me their well wishes. It means alot.

Honestly, I've never been a big Christmas person. I've never had a tree or a pile of presents to go through. I don't really have family to share the experience with either. It's pretty much just me and my mom. But hey, don't get me wrong, i'm not sad or anything. You have to remember that I don't share in the stress of trying to find presents for all my family members, nor do I share in the labor of trees and lights (ever drive by that one house who still has their lights up in JUNE?). Plus, while growing up, every day was Christmas for me. I know alot of kids growing up where Christmas and Birthdays were the only times that they got anything new. Me? Well... let's just say that instead of two massive present days... my gifts were distributed evenly throughout the year.

So right now, i'm just sitting at home, waiting for my mom to come back from her late night job. She doesn't know that I came from Philly to visit.

Best present for a mother? Her son.

Ho ho ho, bitches. Enjoy the commercialization of Christian Religion.

Feliz Navidad.

I have a secret... but I can't tell anyone.

Monday, you know the drill:
Friday: Lord of the Rings with Brian.
Saturday: Warhammer 40k... with Brian.
Sunday: Getting woken up by Catwoman so damn early.... and Brian too.

Randomly throughout the weekend, played some Counterstrike on my homemade internet cafe... again.. with Brian. (Duh, what's the point of a ONE person Lan game?)

Tada.

You can tell how sophisticated a person is based on one thing. People who DON'T WASH THERE HANDS AFTER GOING TO THE BATHROOM. I don't care how intelligent, how freakin high his IQ is, how much he's traveled the world, etc etc. And it goes the same the other way (how dirty and scruffy he looks, how uncultured he appears). I don't come across this phenomenon too often, but when i do, I just cringe.

Alright, think about it this way. Some guy goes into the bathroom, whips out his wrinkly little penis, grabs it with his hands, aims and pees. Ok, not that big of a deal right? Well, it sort of is, since we all know sweat is a breeding ground for germs... and don't even tell me for both guys and girls that it doesn't get sweaty down there. And let's just say it IS safe.. .well, urinals splash back, and then you have to give your wrinkly little penis a shake to make sure it's all out. Who's to say that doesn't fly around and land on your hand?

Ok, and then this uncultured heathen walks out the bathroom by grabbing the door handle and leaves his germy sweaty urined wrinkly penis hand residue all over it. Who knows what he does after that? High fives his friend? Fingers his STD riddened girlfriend? EATS? Yuck. I fuckin feel like barfing.

Is it so damn hard to at least give your hands a little rinse before leaving the freakin bathroom? Two seconds. TWO SECONDS. That's all it takes to minimize penis hand passage for all of us.

I don't walk down the street grabbing everyone's crotch.. so don't fuckin force it upon me by not washing your hands.

Well, my "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all" policy lasted for all of 3 minutes. Literally. I walked outside with my co-worker to get lunch, and the next thing I know, I was busting on him. We decided to disregard that comment and went to Tmobile to do some cellphone stuff. When I came out, a car cut me off, and I just went off on it. That was the end of that.

It's funny how yesterday's entry was almost like a self-omen. On my last hour of work, someone decided to piss me off, and I sort of went off on the person. I kept it controlled, but I probably crossed the line just enough. Well, turns out the person was an important person that's high up on the corporate ladder. Ouch. My mouth almost got me in trouble. If i would have just stuck with my policy, I could have steered clear of this situation that's before me.

Well, i'd rather be a blunt person that speaks his mind and still has pride and confidence then a sniveling brown nosing lackey who's insecure with his own position in life.

I've come up with another resolution until year-end. Once again trying to prove to myself that I can randomly change and be different, I've decided to go on a "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all" policy. That's right. From now until 2003, i'm only going to say nice things to people. No more badmouthing them, or putting them down... or making fun of their sexual preferences... no more stupid jokes.. no more of anything bad. I'm just going to be thoughtful and considerate, and not spew hate anymore. Starting....
Now.

Faggot bitch slut whore midget scumbag dumbass retard panda loving jewish Tron-like stupid dumpface assthumping fruity fatass ugly mother raping fugly trucksmashed face booger eating toejam picking blind deaf dumb skank dego wap nazi kiek trailer-trash cracker wigger nigger sandnigger alqueda terrorist pidgeon face pig nose flat chested webbed feet cockeyed cock-mouthed cock chinned cocksucking chink gook twig duschbag burnout sellout faker hater wannabe ricer homo tramp buttspelunker hairlipped down-syndromed pillowbiting fudgepacking childmolester slowass illiterate ignorant oblivious excuse for a human wastebasket.

ok, had to get that off my chest..

So... yea... Starting...
NOW.

All of my adoring fans (all 7.4 of you) are SOOOOO great! You guys make my world brighter!

Congratulations to my 7000th hit. Not sure exactly who it is yet. Have some claims, but no verification. So we'll see.

Before I get to my weekend summary, i'd like to comment on one thing. I'm the type of person that has to have a short term drive in life. It's fairly simple actually. There has to be some activity to take my mind off thinking about time. Something that'll make me wake up the next morning and go "Ah, new day to do some more stuff" (whatever it may be at that time). Recently, as you know, i've been switching back and forth between my car and my miniatures. Of course, in between, there's the random splurts of playing video games, and the random splurts with random girls, and then even obsessions with Krispy Kreme. But what do all these things have in common? The need to SPEND money. Yup, that's right. Spending money has always been my drive for making money. Not having enough money while wanting something that cost too much has always made me want to try to make more money.

Well, now I think i'm going to try for a new drive. The xmas season and it's atmosphere of making everyone spend money has made me want to do the opposite (cuz that's just how I am). So now, I think i'm just going to try to save as much money as I can. Ultimately it's still the same drive, the desire to want to make money for some short term goal.. it just happens to be that this short term goal is to save money. Sadly, I can never be jewish and pull a Tron... so I'm sure I won't be able to save too much. But at least what money I do save will be put toward my ultimate goal. Forced Induction. That's right... daddy's gonna give his baby a turbo.

But first, I have to see about getting a new phone (which will be the 8th cellphone i own in my life).

Ok. On to the ¿Weekend?:
Friday: Did alot of nothing.
Saturday: Catwoman, after school finally ended for her, had finally decided to come out of her hole in the ground and chill with her One and Only. Oh yea, and I tagged along with them to watch The Hot Chick too.
Sunday: Woke up and headed straight to King of Prussia Mall with Catwoman. I spent 5 (or so) long agonizing hours shopping for my dearest and most beloved friends. Catwoman... well, her dearest and most beloved friend just happened to be HERSELF. Watched Legally Blonde for the first time. I don't understand the hype that movie received, but yes, it was enjoyable.
Monday: Late for work, stayed late for overtime. Bowling (woopie) with Catwoman and some cute freshman girls from USP... oh yea, Drexel guys were there. I guess they're cute too... in an... um... completely heterosexual kind of way...

Alot of this infamous Catwoman, eh?

85 to go.

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Yea, I have no idea what I said either... just had a brain hemmorage or something.. and I was just hitting the keyboard like a drum set.

Too many birthdays and too many christmases. I suck at buying presents for people nowadays. Maybe I just won't buy anything. Not like anyone remembers ME around the holidays anway. sniffle sniffle. I'm so sad.

Well, not really, but anyone who gives me a present without first getting one from me will absolutely shock me. I already know who i'm going to be giving presents to. I'm not going to say who though for reasons that I've already mentioned... but just for the slow people:

1) Presents are about GIVING, not receiving. I'm giving out presents to people because I WANT to, not because I HAVE to. I don't want anyone to buy me a present just because they found out I was buying them one. If they don't, oh well, I wasn't important enough to be remembered, if they do, super dee duper.

2) I honestly don't know if or when all these presents will be bought/made/created. I wouldn't want anyone on my 'list' to feel disappointed if they didn't get something from me.

3) This way is so much more ¿MyStiFieD? Wouldn't you agree?

They're magically delishit.

Woooo, 114 to go. Damn, you guys really do love me. Tee. hee.

Two things I like to discuss.

1) Shits. Yes, I know I usually stay away from talking dirty, but i feel like I have to be a potty mouth (pun intended). Ever feel like you have to take a shit but it just won't come out? Not even constipation. Constipation is just like.. wow, i haven't taken a shit in 3 days, I wonder what's wrong. So no, it's not like that. This is like... I can feel the shit in my bowels moving around, but I know if I sit down on the toilet, it's not gonna budge. And even worse then that, ever have the urge to take a shit, but by the time you reach a bathroom, it goes away? What the eff is that? It's like taking a shit has to have a "Window of Opportunity" or some shit (pun intended). Damn, I missed my window, I gotta sit around for another hour and wait for the urge to come back.

I can go into even more details, but I'll stay away from that shit (pun intended still).

2) Anime Review: Outlaw Star.
Outlaw Star is about a guy who can really really fight and finds a really really cool spaceship and then does stuff. Yea, vague description.. but what anime really is specific? It was made by the same people who made Cowboy Bebop, which was a fantastic series. I know it's not fair to compare two series just because the same person made it, so I won't. Ok, i will. Outlaw Star is humorous in the same low key way that it was presented in Cowboy Bebop, except, in Cowboy Bebop, the characters were portrayed as serious, almost humanlike. In Outlaw Star, they sometimes cross that boundary and do more "anime" traits. For example, they'll fall off a cliff and be fine, or go to jump and stop mid air, etc etc. These aren't specific examples, but just wanted to give you an idea.

The thing that disappointed me the most about Outlaw Star was it's chemistry between characters. They were an oddly mixed bunch that seemed like they were only thrown together for the sake of their differences. Hell, they don't even explain WHY the characters all decided to travel together besides "just because". Outlaw Star also did not impress me or leave me that tingling sensation after watching an episode like Cowboy Bebop did. There was no great dramatic serious showdown or anything, and it seemed like all 26 episodes' plotlines were squeezed in to fit a half hour segment. Although the plotline is loosely setup like Cowboy Bebop's (episodes can be watched out of order, but all tie together), to me, each problem presented in an episode was resolved way to quickly.

Overall, I would recommend Outlaw Star. It may not be the best anime or have that many distinguishing qualities, but if you're a Cowboy Bebop fan, it's definately worth the watch.

Yup, anime is the shit (pun intended AGAIN).

One hundred and fifty some hits before 7000. Who wants to be my 7000th hit?

God, it seems like only a few weeks ago that I asked for my 6000th hit. All my adoring fans (all 7.2 of you) seem to fight and fight for it like there's no tomorrow. Hmm. Maybe for my 10,000th hit, i'll do something extremely special. What will it be? You'll just have to wait and see.

Nothing interesting since yesterday. I do have to finish my xanga story though. I'll do it soon enough. My apologies for just lacking the drive to finish.

Crappy weather is making me feel crappy as well. Seems like the only thing fun now adays is to drive aggressively. Kinda hard to do that in public, since i'm always paranoid about cops, and I fear for my life (some know why).

I will say one thing though. Don't let yourself become too attached to any single person. Always try to keep things light, always do things without them, and never let them know everything about you. Trust me... one day you'll understand why. I won't go into detail.

After all, you have to remain ¿MyStiFieD?

Seven pm. Still at work. Yess.... overtime. Sweet. I had a really nice entry that I wanted to write about, but I just found out that general access to the building is cut at 7 unless you specifically ask for an extention. So.. i'm going to leave.

Yea, what I wanted to talk about was how great my job is right now compared to last year's internship. This CORPORATE business is blowing the stuffings out of the GOVERNMENT department. Everything gets down in a matter of hours.. at the very most, a couple of days. People here bitch about things taking too long. Well, this is how I see it. It took me 5 days to get my computer at this job. It took me about THREE weeks to get my computer back in Health and Human Services. Now which sounds more retarded to you.

People always say the government does nothing. Well, if the place I worked is any indication of that... it shows you the trend of the government: Talk alot of shit but don't back it up with substance.

Makes ya wonder.

One.. two, three and GO!

Friday: Puhahahhaaa, not telling.

Saturday: Hung out with Jim, my wonderful white friend since 5th grade who just realized I wasn't white like him.

Sunday: Laundry. Anime. Lots and lots of anime. Korean food, bitches, and fantasies of krispy kremes.

Today's entry is so aptly titled "¿MyStiFieD? Weekend Update, 100 Meter Dash Edition"

7.1 Seconds.

Hopefully the weather is nice over the weekend. I plan on doing some car stuff tomorrow. Yes.. brake... gonna be fun in the cold. Hopefully I don't eff anything up.

You know, every single time I think about getting another car and what not, I always come to realize that I really don't know anything about the other car. I mean, I know my eclipse in and out. I'm pretty sure that if anything were wrong with my car, I could find it and fix it (given proper tools and parts) within a day. *knock on wood* please, Fate, do not test my previous statement. Last thing I need is for my car to break down. Let my enjoy my confidence.

Recently though, I've become a handling nut. I don't really care about speed, except for that extra punch that makes driving exciting. I'm more interested in turning, shifting, and braking at a level higher then "grandpa". My self-internal examinations have concluded that this may be cause by the accident I had a year ago. I psychologically just want to be able to control my car. As in, I never want to be put into that helpless situation. ever. again.

I'm poor though.. and things are becoming problematic. I think i'm a spendaholic. I blow through money like wall street on hookers.

Buy me some money.

Snowed/Snowing six to ten inches right now. I'm not sure if it stopped yet. All I know is that the weather has physically drained me and I've been asleep all day.

I drove to work today only to find out that I could leave at 12 noon. Well.. since the snow was so bad, I got to work at 10:15. The drive though, was invigorating. Fighting to stay in control of the car is very fun. I wasn't scared at all of my own driving... i was scared of everyone else around me. Too many reckless people on the road.

Oh yea, mustangs suck. There is this one curve on 76 west where the road slopes about 30 degrees to the right. Well, as I was driving, I happened to pass a mustang. It was struggling to stay on the road, and kept sliding down the right side toward a ditch. I laughed internally, thinking that he'll be okay if he struggled the way he did, only to look ahead about 50 yards to find not one, but TWO other mustangs already helpless. What a classic sight.

To accompany that memory, was this cadillac that was in front of me who managed to drive through the curve at an angle the whole time. I was impressed by his ability to control the car in such a situation. Also, the cavilier with the hooked up rims who obviously had no idea that DRY/WET sports tires means that it CANNOT be used in the snow. It was a girl. Big shocker.

Snow + lowered eclipse + air dam on front bumper = mini snow plow. =(

I found out today (just a few moments ago) that I cannot deal with death at all. It wasn't anyone close to me.. it was just a co-worker from another department's family member. But death, I think, is my weakness (cuz we know all heroes have one weakness). I can handle any situation. I can talk/think/fight through any situation... but when confronted with the idea of death (comforting an acquantence's lost family, etc) I just go blank. I've never really had to deal with the situation except for two times. Both times were considered family, and I did grieve tremendously... but... I never was able to help the others in that situation. I usually just remained silent and stayed with the others. And my grieving.. it wasn't crying or anything... it was just a stone cold feeling of absolutely nothing. I was just fridged.

I don't want to believe what i'm about to say... but it was almost like I was apathetic of the situation. Yes, it's true, i did grieve, and I knew I would miss them, but it was all logical grieving, if that makes any sense (ie: they are gone, i won't be able to talk to them again, man, that sucks). But, i feel like the sorrow was in my mind and not in my feelings, in my heart. I refuse, though, to believe I cannot feel pain and anguish on those situations... to not be able to shed a tear for the fallen... but... maybe I just accepted death at a young age to be a part of life? I have no idea. It doesn't make any sense, since I have never experienced a close and personal death (and i hope I do not for a long time.) I just know that I still fear death.. for it to come after me and after those who are closer to me then the ones who were already taken.

I cannot even fathom how I would react if someone close to me were to be taken. It's one of those thoughts that I shake from my mind whenever it comes. I fear those thoughts as much as I fear the actual event.

I am not ready.

Happy Chanukah for all those Jewish mofo's out there that read my blog. (Seriously can't be more then 2 of you.)
Yes, I know i'm late, but what the fock am I suppose to do? Say it eight times? So i decided to say it in the middle of the damn holiday. So shut the hell up and light a candle for me.

Have you ever noticed that GIRLS hold far more intense rivalies then guys do. I mean, when guys hate each other, it's simple. We either ignore each other or beat the shit out of each other. We'll play some sport or hold some event to resolve our differences and that'll be the end of it. I'm pretty sure I had more then one friendship start like this. Guys, after initial dislike, will come to see that they have alot in common when fists are flying and both sides come out with black eyes. (wow, we both bleed, we must have alot in common!). That previous statement is both figurative and literal.

But GIRLS, my god. I can't believe how much negative energy just flows from them. Come on girls, admit in, in highschool (maybe even in college), you were friends with someone you didn't like, and as much as you hated her, you still acted all best friendy to her face (and talked shit behind her back). You competed with your 'friends' at everything. Best dress, best hair, prettiest face, best grades, most popularity, etc etc. You can NOT deny it. Girls are the ones that walk down the street and go "ew, she wears too much make up" or "Her shoes are so ugly and don't match her outfit". Girls are the ones that try to get everyone they know to hate the same girl that they hate. They find joy when the girl they hate suffers. Oh, but don't get me wrong, if a girl saw her life enemy fall and break a leg, she would be geniunely concerned and try to help, but if that girl just fell and everyone laughed, she would be enjoying the moment for the rest of her life. Girls are the ones who want a guy, not because he is compatable with her, but because everyone else wants him. She just wants to have bragging rights and show everyone that she got what they all wanted. Don't believe me? Just think about the last time you bought something nice and expensive, and everyone ('everyone' as in girls, because guys don't notice shit like purses and new earings) started to compliment you. How did you feel? Pretty good right?

Yea, that's right. I can go on, but I think you see my point. It's ok to deny it though, because I believe girls do this as subconciously as they would breathe or have a heart beat. But while those things exist and their vital signs remain, they will forever hold a grudge on other girls.

Show me a girl who doesn't do this, and I'll show you a lesbian tomboy.

Two things I forgot yesterday concerning the horoscope thing:
-I always know where everything is, no matter how disorganized it may seem I am. (order among the chaos).
-Apparently I'm very possessive, and I like to keep tabs on everything, including people.

Snapple bottles suck. I hate them. The popping cap is nothing but annoying, and it's design is just poor.
Speaking of things that suck, my friend brian (the other brian) got his car window smashed up during the weekend. I found out about this last night. I'm pissed off and scared at the same time. Pissed that it happened, cuz I can find no good reason for the felones to do what they did, and scared because my car is so much better then his. heh. (that was a joke, if you slow people don't get it. And for the people who got it, but are now overanalyzing it because they think they missed out on a deeper meaning, chill the fock out.)

I need to go xmas shopping. I know that every year I do an xmas list so that everyone can be prepared for when I give them presents, but you know.. this year, I just don't care about getting stuff. I'm just going to give out presents to those I care about and just leave it at that. If i get presents, great, if not, don't feel bad for not having me in your heart.

muhaha.

I picked up this horoscope book at Brian's house down in Maryland this weekend. While I was reading the entry on Tauruses, my jaw dropped in amazement at how true the statements in the entry held. So just in the order on which i remember the facts:
-I have a hard time listening, though that doesn't make me stupid. I just subliminally hate comprehending things.
-I like to speak poetically, usually having more then one way of saying the same thing. (Tauruses are usually poets and actors)
-I always ask people if they are happy and enjoying themselves (do you like the food? do you like the movie? Are you having fun?), and if i'm not asking, then I am watching to see if my company looks like they are having fun. I am happy when I know others are happy.
-I talk of myself very idealistically in things of romance, friendship, love, etc, but I have a hard time showing these traits physically. As in, showing them in my actions to other people. This doesn't mean i'm a hypocrite, it just means that while i'm thinking it, I cannot act upon my thoughts in the same idealist manner.
-I remember everything, and I tend to bring up the past alot if it pertains to the present moment, usually making those around me feel guilty, though that isn't the reason I brought it up. I just bring it up because it was there to bring up.
-I like to remind people of what I did or do for them, though I never do this to rub it in their face, I just want to make sure they know (this ties in with the fact that I want to know people are happy, see above).
-I'm not a touchy feely person, I just like to pinch (cheeks), poke (bellies), and squeeze (everything all at once).
-I always accept criticism and am very thankful for suggestions given to me, but like a stubborn bull, just because I accept it, does not mean it will change me or compel me to follow those suggestions.
-I have a tendency to love everyone that has become personable in my life. And this sometimes can be confused with relationship feelings.

¿MyStiFieD? Weekend update:
Thursday: Turkey, Turkey, lots of friends, lots of friends. Early sleep for black friday.
Friday: Did NOT go shopping, why would I? I decided to try to work on my car, but right when I was about to start, my TWIN called me! She told me she was in north (middle) jersey, so I dropped all my plans and thanks to JOE, my new hero, we drove up to meet her. My god, if joe didn't offer to drive, I would have been driving for more then 7 hours, and I probably would have gone crazy. After that I proceeded to drive to Maryland.
Saturday: Slept in my nice comfy bed in my old room that I lived in for 6 months. Man, that bed is so great. Spent pretty much the rest of the day playing a game of Warhammer with Brian. Crappy ass dice rolling. I hate bad luck. (This is why I don't gamble)
Sunday: Came home. Tadaaaa


My overweight krispy kreme donut'd self and my chinky eyed twin Viv!