Winning.

I sometimes wish this blog were not so "secret". It isn't purposely a secret, but rather a tactic, which in a roundabout way does ensure that it is stowed away from a few people. In fact, that tactic rather excludes most of my original readership. It's not worth the hurtful words I would have a few people read to allow everyone who has wronged me (and continued to read about me for two years) over to this chaste blog of peace and glee. This era of writing is more and more a mystery, one that most do not care about, such as was "How do they get the caramel in the Caramilk bar?" (It's not that hard to figure out. I was eight when I saw that commercial and I was like "Duh, they do the chocolate bar in layers, fag.")

So really, it is useless for me to do a laughing dance on this blog about a recent development that has turned out just as I quietly suspected it would; the same way it always has. The cycle repeats. Some people were just not meant to be happy when they aren't being themselves. I'd have a lot of sympathy, except that this person completely pitched me from his life without any real reason some time ago. That to me = tough shanks, bro.

Heather and I spontaneously went to Somebuddy's last night and it was absolutely dank and terrifying. Add also the fact that I was a wee bit sleep-deprived at the time. Good pizza though. It was the first time I've drank a half-pint in a while.

You know, after a year and a half of being someone's girlfriend, you'd think I'd have some kind of frustration with Andrew, but I don't. He has always prioritized me despite the many important, life-advancing things he has to tend to. Wonderful people deserve the best things in life. Hopefully he makes a lot of money (and keeps a separate bank account) to compensate for being stuck with a goon like me.

Ho ho!

I guess I know of one less person who will rummage through my (old blog's) archives now. That's pretty cool.