I think they put crack in Mini Eggs, too.
Mar. 7th, 2003 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI think my lip is less swollen now. This is good. Very good. I hate having a fat, bruised lip. I guess they had to jam that needle through really hard! It looks a lot better now, and I'm happy about that.
I went on Date Night with
Ryan, and Sean and SaRaH crashed Date Night. We went to Olive Garden and ate yummy food, and stared at Mennonites, and colored on the kids' menus, and then Ryan and I decorated his take-home box. He wrote 'I [heart] Jude' on his. Awwwwh. And then I got home and went to Betty's with Steve and The Girl. I had a Betty Beer, which is vanilla vodka and root beer. Yummer.
I feel like I'm writing absolutely nothing of substance. It's as if I don't really have time to think and articulate my deep thoughts anymore. I kind of miss that about my life - it's become so structured and busy and planned and rushed and harried and lots of other words. I want to go out and have fun, and I want to spend time with Jen, but I want time alone, too. I think there needs to be more hours in the day. And not more work hours.
I need to brush my teeth and get into bed, to read with a girl. That will be nice. I could use that. My deep thought for the night? I really wishJodie lived out here. I miss her with incredible ferocity. She turned 28 yesterday. Way too old for Scott Bakula. And she's way too far away from me. It probably sounds silly and nostalgic, but I really do feel like a part of me is missing when she's not around.
I went on Date Night with
Ryan, and Sean and SaRaH crashed Date Night. We went to Olive Garden and ate yummy food, and stared at Mennonites, and colored on the kids' menus, and then Ryan and I decorated his take-home box. He wrote 'I [heart] Jude' on his. Awwwwh. And then I got home and went to Betty's with Steve and The Girl. I had a Betty Beer, which is vanilla vodka and root beer. Yummer.I feel like I'm writing absolutely nothing of substance. It's as if I don't really have time to think and articulate my deep thoughts anymore. I kind of miss that about my life - it's become so structured and busy and planned and rushed and harried and lots of other words. I want to go out and have fun, and I want to spend time with Jen, but I want time alone, too. I think there needs to be more hours in the day. And not more work hours.
I need to brush my teeth and get into bed, to read with a girl. That will be nice. I could use that. My deep thought for the night? I really wish
Jodie lived out here. I miss her with incredible ferocity. She turned 28 yesterday. Way too old for Scott Bakula. And she's way too far away from me. It probably sounds silly and nostalgic, but I really do feel like a part of me is missing when she's not around.
