And so Kathy gets her lazy ass back on The Pill. I was postponing going over to CVS and picking up my precription because I don't have to start it until tomorrow, then I realized I would have to HAVE the pills tomorrow in order to take them. At 9:00 PM I looked up from the phone book and said "Holy shit, I didn't get my prescription for The Pill!" So Jeremy and I postponed the pizza dinner we'd been talking about for the last two hours long enough to drive over to CVS and get the evil things. Damned evil The Pill.

Soon, I'll be nauseaous every morning, with gorgeously clear skin and breasts that swell up enough that I fill these damned bras. And I'll gain weight but look trim and fit. I don't know how they work all these wonders, but I plan to be on them until I decide to have babies. They're evil, but they're MAGIC.

I've been seeing a lot of Jeremy lately. He's in all my classes (with the exception of women's self defense, but I'll assume you KNEW that.) so it's simply not hard to see him almost every day. Actually, the hard thing is NOT seeing him every day. So I get to have a lot of great conversations and I usually have company to eat with, but I'm starting to forget how to row-reduce a matrix.

ARRRRGGGHHH!! I HAVE A LINEAR ALGEBRA TEST ON MONDAY!!!! Not that I'm worried, but I may need someone to help me chew through my wrist after the test. Any offers? Or perhaps one of my math people could impersonate me for the test...

But back to Jeremy...someone has to back me up on this...it's bagel (bAAAAAgel) with a long A sound, not bagel (bag-l) with a short A sound. His silly little upstate self has been driving me crazy with the funny Rocester accent. Well, not too crazy...but you know me. She Who Never Exaggerates. Ever.

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!!

I think I've been teasing him too much for the way he says horrible. He says "whorrible", I swear he does. But now everytime he says it he growls at me and then points at me with a "don't you dare" face. Those who read this stuff faithfully probably can imagine what I say to THAT.

Being ticklish is a weakness I must work on. I used to be able to turn it off. I also used to have PHEMONENAL COSMIC POWERS too...but I think I left those in a truck stop bathroom on my last trip home. Now I can merely melt ice cubes with my bare hands, and snap twigs like they were, um...twigs. But only the dry ones...the green ones just bend and get me all covered in sap. It's kinda yucky.

How in the hell did I get from 'bagel' to THAT?

Ray mentioned that he'd like to see me single for a while, just to prove I could pull it off. I think that's a good reason. I was pretty sure I could function independently for a while, but I've begun to have my own nagging doubts. I swear that guys can smell 'single' on me, and I'm a bit of a sucker for a charming smile and a good squishy hug.

But I am single...single but dating. It's a bit of a technicality, but it's a technicality I'm fiercely defending. Don't start with me, you punk-assed bitch! I swear I'll slap you down like the bitch you are!

Not that I've convinced you of my insanity...I'll go to bed.