Scratch scratch scratch

I think I have fleas, or head lice or some other nasty whit-trash affliction. My head has been itching insanely for the past 5 or 6 weeks and I cannot for the life of me figure out why. I thought at first it was the shampoo I was using.. so I switched that a while back.. when that didn't work, I bleached all the sheets, changed the pillows I was using, used up nearly half a bottle of conditioner, and a few other things.. but still it continues. It itches so freakin much it actually hurts. I know it's disgusting, so imagine how I feel sittin at work scratchin the hell out of my skull all day long like some kinda rabid monkey. I think I'm gonna give in if this carries on another week and just go to the damn doctor. I can't take this.

Been speaking to Sean off and on again. Not on the phone, just the occasional e-mail, im, or text message. Don't ask me why.. I really don't know. I will never not care about his well-being, but I know deep down I don't desire to be with him in a relationship again. I just want what I think he'll be able to provide me.. and at this point he's just been around so long that it doesn't feel right without him. Sucky.

Been e-mailing back and forth with a man who called into my work a few days back. I happen to be the one to take his call and we got to chatting. He's not too far away over in Texas, but originally from the UK.

Man.. I'm 25? REALLY??? Why is this news? I've been twenty-five for a few months now, but it only just hit me today whenever I was typing out in the e-mail to the guy what my age was, and without thinking I put 24.. and it took me 30 minutes of contemplation and having to ask my best friend how old I was before I was actually convinced that in fact I am a quarter of a century. How the- ??!?!!!?