People are strange.. when you're a stranger

You little bastard of a website. I typed out a post and you thought you'd have your evil ways with me by not loading and saving the page properly. Ha! Ha ha ha. Try again. I predicted this, and therefore copy and pasted it into another window. Oh yes. "Now I.. am the master!"


Errr.. oh yeah, so here's the post: (attempt #2)

Hmm.. I'm not sure where this post will lead to, if anywhere. I haven't much to say, but I felt like posting. I've had a minor headache all day which hasn't helped my mood.

Spoke to Dustin a bit more today. We always have things to say, even if they're absurd. Come to think of it.. *most* of what we say is absurd. Maybe that's the fun in it? We're such children. Honestly, the pair of us. Both completely incapable of expressing our emotions. It's fucking embarrassing. It's not even a fear of rejection anymore because.. well? we both know how the other feels. I feel foolish when I try, and knowing him as I do, I think he feels just as equally awkward having to read them. Sure it's nice, it's a form of a compliment, but it's so fucking unsettling. Who really says this shit? (I mean besides Jane and M). Who says these loving things?

Wow.. I feel a combination of drunk, high, and migrainey. Migrainey isn't even a word, but I know you know what I mean. Out of words.