I actually left here early yesterday afternoon without walking the pug because I just didn�t want to be cooped up anymore. I went to B&N and curled up with a magazine in a comfy chair, reading until Luke couldn�t find me and had me paged to Music. We then went to dinner only to find that the trashy Top 40 station was doing a remote from the food court. I guess it was for a toy drive, but I really didn�t need for them to be piping their crap throughout the place. Luke actually offered me $10 if I�d go up to the pathetic radio guy and ask for his autograph, but I refused, saying it would only be worth it if I were to ask him to sign my chest and, not being in the mood for showing the pair off, I didn�t do it. What happened to that crazy side of me? Not that I miss it much. Certainly saves on the imminent danger of getting arrested, after all.

We�re expecting snow tonight and I hope that it sticks. Midwestern winters are supposed to be so cold and snow-laden, but the years that I�ve been here, the amounts of snow haven�t measured up to what we get back East. The first winter I was here was all just a put-on, beckoning me to stay. Just my luck that it happened to be a record-breaking winter and a complete anomaly. My thoughts of this place were originally those of a constant winter wonderland from October to April. Pfft.

I�ve been a little sparse with the words lately. I don�t quite know why. It�s not that there is now less going on in my life than there was previously, but I guess it�s just that there is less of drama and worthiness to write. I could write about my feeling of disgust regarding G�s porn habits and my complete and utter loss of respect for him, but that dead horse has been flogged to the nth. I could gossip about C and the scuttlebutt surrounding his and E�s relationship, but he�s not worth the time and effort. I could write about how in love I am with my boyfriend and the amazing sex we had last night, but then I�d be gushing too much. I could complain about how the hubbub surrounding my birthday this year is really not living up to my expectations, but that�s a worthless pity party that no one but myself would participate in. In short, I�m just not feeling like complaining or gushing, or even emoting a whole lot lately. So, I guess the order of the day will be fluff until I can manage something of merit.