So I went to this pretty sweet musical on Saturday. I went with Jacqui who is also pretty sweet. I saw a lot of really high shorts in the musical. it bothered me a little... ok, it bothered me alot. I don't like high shorts. Shut up. I had to wear my pants around my knees for the rest of the night just to compensate. A little OCD? Maybe, but I'm sure everyone else did too when they went home. Starbucks is the best thing that's ever happened to me. That was an exaggeration... I had some important and lousy conversations this past week. I think the worst part of it was not being surprised. I heard a lot of things that I had said before. All of them good and true, but also uncomfortable. Pretty soon it won't be so much of a stumbling block for me as I gradually stop caring and it fades into nothing but a bad memory of poorly motivated choices. Right now, though it's been resolved, it is still an agonizing presence in my mind that is reprocessed every hour or so that I'm not distracted by work, or school or someone else. Speaking of Starbucks. I'm about to partake of a tall white mocha. aka: 12 ounces of heaven, forget my troubles, and watch the snow falling like so many nerve endings trying to find eachother. | 
