Life.

I'm starting to realize that bitching about every slightly imperfect aspect of the universe isn't going to give me any more of a cathartic release of stress than just yelling out to the world what really is on my mind. Blanketing statements aren't really doing the trick either.

Perhaps I just have to come to terms with myself and what really is going on before I can even begin to open up to anyone.

I really hate this.

Birthday-birthday.

Last night was Michelle's birthday party. A grand time was had by all.

We were playing flashlight tag, and I'm not really the run-around-and-chase-people type, so usually whenever I play these games I find a killer hiding spot and sit there until the game is over.

So, I sat in a hydrangea bush for a half hour.

Tricia joined me like ten minutes into it.

We were having so much fun with the fact that they could NEVER find us that we didn't realize that the game was over and they were looking for us and apparently kinda worried. So they were pretty pissed when we came out of hiding.