Password Is Remembered

Makes a difference you know.

So, the little SIM-bitch wants bloggage, he will get bloggage. Not very much though. I am not quite sure what there is to blog about right now. We all know about the much-ado tales. We all know about the mormon-beating. We all know... alot less than we think we do.

I really don't know how I feel right now. I was able to solidify my feelings about Callan. I was happy. I don't know where I stand with everyone else now. It is rather frustrating, I must say. I sent Callan an e-mail explaining all that shiz. I should probobly just explain it iRL. I wouldn't really want to talk to her unless I was able to talk with her alone, and I don't want to do that. I think that I would make her feel like I am cornering her, and, that would just not be cool.

How am I confused? Kat. Not James. The other one. Who doesn't bitch alot. Yeah. Her. I really don't know how I feel about her. I feelings for her are akin to the feelings for Callan, but different. Not just stronger, but, in a different sector of the emotional spectrum. I think you get my point. I can't figure out if I want to be a close, good friend to her, or a person that she feels "love" for.

I put love in quatation marks, because I don't know how to put that. I hate the terminology that we use so often today. People "like" each other. People ar "going out" together. I like Phillip just fine, and I have walked outside with him before, yet I don't feel like fathering/mothering his children... I put too much thought into that analogy... oww...

Okay, that the blogginess for today.

Yes, I have left Jordy's. STFU SIM.

-Bravo