Quote of the Moment:

"Uh, sir? Sir, I farted. That smell is from the fart that I made."
    --Todd, Scrubs
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I haven't written in a VERY long time. Not that there hasn't been anything to write about, but more so that there just hasn't been much time during which I could just sit in front of the computer and think. Admittedly, I've returned to writing in my journal during the last little while and it feels nice. Nothing can really beat pen on paper...though I'm sure some guys might argue for the allure of girl on girl.

Boobin has made the leap to the Big Apple. Having played a HUGE role in this by aiding and abetting his escape, I spend every day wondering where he is, what he's doing, and if he's alright. I hear from him about every other day, but that just isn't the same. I was going to go out and run some errands today, and I almost found myself dialing his number to see if he wanted to tag along. I miss him. Perhaps if we can steal a weekend away, Boo, Squiggly, and I (at least) are going to visit him once he's settled. I hope that weekend will be soon.

*Wishing you luck and all the good stuff from afar*

Went to a casino last night. We were there for hours upon hours--the guys gambled and we girls chatted on the sidelines. By the end of the night, ALL of the them were down. And by down, I mean down. So, on the way to cash out what chips they had left, they passed the Let it Ride tables. Hero Cookie decided that rather than cash out his last $75, he'd put one chip on each spot at the table and go in for one last hand. He was dealt something like pocket Queens and a 9. He tucked right away and just watched as the dealer turned over another Queen and another 9. Full house. He walked away with $900.

Only Hero Cookie.

I'll take that as a compliment

1. I went out for lunch with my dad for lunch last week, and although he drove there, I drove home. He fell asleep in the car on the way home. My dad never sleeps in the car; he's too busy checking my blindspots.
2. Again last week, while walking along the Danforth minding my own business, I felt the softest ever tap on my shoulder. I turned around and met the eyes of a mother and a daughter also out for a stroll. The daughter asked me "what colour is your hair? My mom's too shy to ask, but she thinks it's absolutely gorgeous!"
3. The first guy in a long time gave me his number at the restaurant. Ooooh yes, guess who's still got it?