I hung out with Jon, my old roomate, over the weekend. I was surprised to hear from him, but since I don't have many friends around here I figure I should hang out with him. Which was cool. We went to the saints game it sucked, they lost, but oh well.
I hate a lot of things. Why is this. Fuck I don't care.
I've been dreaming of having sex lately. I think I need to get laid, that would make me a very happy person. I'm still a little ticked about that chick I met a few months ago who turned out to be a real flake. Cause I actually liked her, yeah go figure. But oh well. Nothing I can do about that.
There will be others.
One of the things I hate: Going to bed this early, but I have to because of work. grrr.