Hmm. One would think (due to past history) that I'd have something overly depressing to state today, but in fact I'm in a pretty decent mood. My pimples are almost gone, it will be the weekend in one more hour, and I've been having naughty thoughts. Too bad I'm a broke ass bitch until next friday.

This weekend I get to help a friend move, potentially meet a drummer (the same one who was supposed to be coming over thursday but couldn't make it... at least he called...), see a movie, take a shower, and hopefully have some good, quality sex. Not necessarily in that order. It's been almost a week and I'm about to pop.

I'm debating whether or not you needed to know that...

I'm tired of debating it and I am too lazy to make up my mind, much less tap the backspace key.

Deal.