Morning of 4-23-6

I’m feeling rather foreboding. Maybe I’ll actually get around to some emotional purging. Well, not purging. Expounding? Elaborations? Expressions? Wonderful e-words. Meditation. Heh. EMO. Expressive Meditations Online.

It’s DITL, but much like last week, I’m hardly expecting an exciting day. I plan to capture every meal I eat. I’ve been eating a lot? I don’t think I can stuff any oatmeal in me before I go workout, but oh well. I’ll still knock out a number of meals.

I called Lauren for the first time after I saw a rather depressive entry of hers in her LJ. She bribed me with her phone number in her DateATimmy application, so I called her bright and early at 9:30. *smirks* I never call people that early, but I’m rather random when it comes to calling people for the first time. Seemingly random. After all, it’s hardly random to call someone when you want to make sure she’s okay. She was chattier than many tired ladies I’ve talked to.

Hey, I’m not a manwhore, I just happen to make lots of ladyfriends. Shush. She said she was expecting my voice to be higher. *smirks* I should really feign an accent next time I call someone new, see how long I can hold it. I’m a riot when I do accents.

I need to pee.

Of homework I’m scared of doing. Of Paige and Ryan. Of the terrifying prospect of getting employment. Of what the hell I’ll do after school is over. Ashley’s a feel-good thought despite the fact that she has a boyfriend. Funny, I usually don’t bother with “taken” women, though it’s somehow not disswaying me at this juncture. Maybe I want to go against myself, as has been the theme in recent memory.

It’s past noon. Y opens at noon on Sundays. A damp Sunday. The only dampness I like is between a girl’s thighs. Meh.

I should get my mojo working and see how I feel later. Brush my teeth, get my gymbag ready.