Cooking is bad for your health.

No...REALLY.

I hate to cook. But every once in awhile I'll get it in my head that I'll cook dinner, and be all excited about it. Today was that day. I went grocery shopping last night, and got all excited and decided to make dinner. Why must I torture myself? Have I not learned? But I do make a mean bowl of spaghetti and cheese stuffed ravioli. Sheesh, it's 5:29 and I'm all ready for bed. Look what this cooking does for me.

I really want to go on a trip. And well, stay away for how about, forever. Get away. Start anew, and maybe come back when you're unrecognizable, that way you don't feel so bad when you leave again. Okay, so maybe not for forever. But pretty close. I just think it would be rather interesting, if you could just go and meet new people, and be the new person in town. I know it may sound crazy, and I don't think you should necessarily change who you are as a person, but wouldn't it be nice to be the mystery friend. "So and So's from Texas but we don't know much more than that. She's great though." Don't be fake, just bring out part of your personality that's never been seen before. Something that's been dying to make an appearance but you haven't had the balls to do it. I'm just thinking that's all...don't mind me.

A Bristol friend texted me today, I have this hunch someone is knocked up. Well aren't all texts that end with, "Give me a call", result in hearing some juicy gossip. We never really do leave high school do we?

Later.