You're a selffish little whore..

...if I had my way I'd crush your face in the door...

I've been extra obsessed with Coheed and Cambria lately. Not sure what that's about.

So my internet is back, thank the baby Jesus! Three days without it and I become more productive than I ever thought possible.
A lot has happened but I don't feel like typing any of it.

Okay, a little.

One, I found my awesome flowered headband and wore it to work today and received many compliments on it.
Two, I am still better than everyone I knew in highschool minus Cindy. It's even there.

Dennis is like, my best friend. I'm trying to be careful not to tread that fine line, but he told me today I was his muse, and that's upsetting. I mean, it's cool, but I'd like a friend who is clear on where we stand. I'm too bat shit scared to say anything to him about it, because I'm a pussy. We're going to Culpeppers Friday, I'm going to lay the shit down there and be like, "Hey, I know I'm like, super fucking hot, but we are only friends."
I like that he buys me drinks when we go out though. Hope he keeps doing that.
Cody and Rodney and I have been awesomeing it up lately. We had lunch together and saw some movies and talked about Cannibal Holocaust (DONT WATCH IT!), and I'm pretty sure we're going to the zoo soon.
Woot!

I had a dream that Nick and I had a baby and then Nick died. I woke up all freaked out in the middle of the night and told him not to die. He said, "you don't die, either," all sleepy and sweet like and then held my hand. I feel back asleep and had more ridiculous dreams of Bob as my dad.
I think I had that dream because Nick and I picked out baby names the other night. I love when he brings up things like that, makes it better. I liked the name Arabella, but he has his heart set on Isabella (I know, right?!), so we have Isabella and David. I love the names so much.
Things like that make me feel warm inside. Warmer than usual, but not like I have a fever.

Mmm, so my paper is coming along nicely, if you are interested, Cindy. agoraphobia is a very serious phobia. All I know is that all the sources I've looked up, and people I've talked to agree that sufferers don't venture out into new spaces. It has something to do with a feeling of not being able to escape. They can, but it's accompanied by a panic attack, and is not just anxiety. I dunno. I won't bore you with the specs. But if you want to read it I can e-mail it to you.
I wish I had gotten Hematophobia- the fear of blood.
Don't ask why, it's just the one I wanted.

Anyway. Peace

-mb