I feel like talking. So I'm gonna.

Mildly buzzed. This is perfect. I truly dislike being all drunk, but I like to be nice 'n silly. I feel healthier, a warm glowing feeling. I have switched to tea.

I have been formally invited to my class reunion this summer, which is a bit odd considering I'm a high school dropout. I din't even make it into a month of my sophomore year and I was outta there. No worries, though. I went to college and got two degrees. But why do they want me to come? Odd. I feel no connection to those people. Very few of the names on the Facebook event page even ring a bell. Everybody's pretty tubby and old-looking. I am in shape, sorta, and look awesome. Maybe I will go and strut my stuff. Give 'em shit. "Oh, too bad you smoked all those years. Now you look like a catcher's mitt. Have another cigarette! Eat some more burritos!" Hahahahahahah.

And then I will leave.

They'll love me.

My kitty is emanating cuteness like radiation as she lounges on my bed. Every time I walk by I attack her with kisses. I can't even handle her right now.

I need to trim my bonsai, and no, that isn't a double entendre.

I broke a bowl tonight while doing dishes, so now I am down to one. I have one bowl. I'm a one bowl man, baby. Note to self: buy two more bowls tomorrow.

You know, you can ask me something if you want.

Oh, remember how I told you guys about becoming involved in my local Food Not Bombs thing? Well, turns out the guy who invited me and or running it is something of a religious fanatic. Hmm. On second thought. Actually, maybe he'll be cool about it. He invited another friend of mine (who's female) to meet his religious buddies, but told her she would have to dress "demure". She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans at the time. What the fuck? We'll see how this goes….

Anyway.