Stalkie talkie.

I'm HOME! I just have to tell you that I just had a Buck-walking-home moment. Lemonjello was late coming home from work, so I had to walk home from the train. Of course we have a heat wave coming through right now, so I walked for 15 minutes trying to avoid the sun, and then came home and literally peeled my bra, jeans, and shirt off. It was gross. This is unnatural. Do you think it's because I'm fat? Do you think I'm so fat that I sweat uncontrollably and can't help it due to my size?

Anyway. Sometimes I try to think I'm getting in a good workout by walking. Most of the time I feel so bad about myself after I've walked that I just want to buy a Hoveround and cruise home in that instead of walking.

So you totally played stalkarama with that guy, huh? Bold. I can totally see you hiding behind trees and homeless people, playing virtual dodge ball with a gay stranger. Remember when you lived by the beach and told me that all of the gays hung out in the woods by your place and waited for other guys to have sex? The things I've learned from you are priceless.

Buck. It's 7 p.m. and I'm ready for bed. I was watching the last episode of disc one of "Prison Break" and I was so crazy into it that I was actually disappointed when the train stopped. I think it has to be my favorite show, ever.

You know, I still have this tape and cotton on my arm from the blood drawing this afternoon, and I really want to take it off, but the tape is super grippy, and it hurts so bad to try to peel it away. I noticed that people on the train were looking at me like I was a dirty hooker or something because of the cotton and tape.

You're welcome for Aquaphor. Everyone who I've introduced to it loves it and can't live without it. Welcome to the club.