Wow, I haven't blogged in almost a month. That's crazy. I'm at Nicole's, Stamer is painting T and Adam's room and I get to be lackey. We were going to start a company called D.Y.K.E.S. (Do-it Yourself Knowledgeable Entrepeneurs Stupid), but she fired me and hired Jess. No offense, Jess, but while you may be gay, you are not a dyke. Oh well. Hot produce guy is really hot, I think that I'm going to ask him out. He's so funny, I just love being around him. At the same time, though, my mind keeps going back to other guy. I haven't put myself in a position to test my willpower, but I know that if I did, I'd probably be disappointed with the outcome.

I wanna get a tatoo of the cancer sign. I think it would be cool either in the small of my back or on my shoulder, but I haven't decided which yet.

I love everybody. Unless I don't.