STUFF

Has been stolen from my car. My ipod. My phone charger. Seriously who steals stuff? Especially from ME? I'm a nice girl. Didn't they know that? If I somehow find the person I will punch them in the wiener. Or vagina. whatever. then demand my stuff back. Owell. It's just "stuff"

Scott-the boyfriend- is in Mexico for spring break this week. Yeah....automatically visions of MTV's spring break pops into my head and I'm praying he doesn't volunteer himself for some weird naked contest. Then I imagine something from girls gone wild. Maybe their filming there? Boobs. lots of boobs. But good news. I TRUST HIM. :) you all probably have no idea how good that feels unless you've walked a bit in my shoes for the past four years. Doubt any of you would even want to. totally uncomfortable miserable pair of shoes to be walking in. So I traded them in.

Alone. For the week at least. So Scott has declared it "find yourself" week for me. Kinda scary. I mean who wants to know who they really are? I guess I do. I've got my work cut out for me with books, CD's, Movies, and my mind to figure this all out in a matter of a few more days. times a ticking. But I feel better everyday.

The EX-boyfriend text me the other day. asking if I needed anything. wanting to say hi. Should I tell him I need a new ipod? cause I do. Not sure how I feel about all of that. But....we have a lunch date later this week. I am excited to see him. Not cause i miss "us". but I would love more then anything to be his friend. I think he needs one. I need to face the past. forgive him. and move on. I guess that's part of finding myself. But can't I punch him in the face? just once? or the wiener? Or would that not be considered "classy"?

I wouldn't really do it people! Jokes.

And as requested. A bigger/blow-upable picture.