back on the (w)horse!

To Your Mothers , my friends..

As Jen mentioned, my fake nails are retarded, and I am inclined to agree with her. They are fucking expensive and they won't let me type. For instance, it has taken me hours just to type out that last sentence. However, I am consumed by vanity, and I love having great new hand-job fingers.
I am back on with the dude who did the pre-emptive dump. I am happy about this, though leery bc he may have a big temper. Who can say? It will be a change to have the greater temper being someone else!
Ken- in case you are reading this, its Steve from the Wise Hall- big dude, tattoos..? Remember?
I went to a dating class with Bonnie and Laura yesterday, and I was happy to say that I have never seen such a bunch of horney ugly people in my life!! There was a guy with lego hair, and he said he would like to date someone who is not like the woman he would potentially marry. He really just wants to get laid. Fair enough, but he signed up for a dating course....Anyhow, I never made it into the class, bc I never signed up (a problem somehow). Bonnie and Laura did and they will have all those old uggo's hitting on them every single week! I kinda wish I was still in the class, bc I would have so many stories to tell. It made me feel superior to everyone there, bc I have no problem picking up the fellas, even if I am a bit chubby. It's my hot ass they want. ALL OF THEM.
I am also trying to flatten my hnair- I have cut it recently into a lezzie 'do or sorts, and I want long hair back SO bad. Anyhow, now it is puffing out is a q-tip sort of fashion.
I have been thinking that I would reather my neighborhood be named Mount Pleasure, bc its funnier that way. I think I will write to my MLA about this.
I was so jealous of how clever Jen and Jason's blogs were, but now I don't care. My blog is special, just like I was in grade 2. Like the day I forgot to put pants on underneath my snowpants. Special.