I have nothing to talk...I mean seriously I have nothing to say. I ate Vegan food this past weekend and it allowed to leave a uncomfortable situation. You know its interesting but I never feel that comfortable among people that don't get my humor, like I know there's nothing wrong with me so it just makes me weary to think that there are people out there that don't laugh at things that are funny. Also I'm coming to find out that I'm Intimidated by large number of women gathering around each other like bees at the local bee hive... bzzzz, so,bzzzz,how's Rick's new job,bzzz,oh my gosh,bzzzz,looks who's here,bzzz,who invited him,bzzzzz,...yeah no thanks. I know why I left, the need to be fake was trumped by the fact that I keeps it real. I think the more I try to be fake the more I realize how much I freaking hate ( I really wanted to swear) it. Some groups are never to be mixed. They're like oil and water, sure you can add some soap to dilute what made them be oil and water but at the end of the night, baby, we still don't mix.
I don't know, I just feel really uneasy lately, like I'm missing something really big...ok, I check the lotto numbers so I don't have to worry about that.
On a lighter note, I went to the Birds of Prey locale to check out some birds of prey, apparently they thought it was funny to have a caracara named Lester that was Mexican. Bitches I'm not Mexican. I'm not even really Honduran, I'm as much of a American as the next guy, Its sad, I know I wish I was French so at least my appreciation for poppy music could be explained.
Oh look its 3, gotta run.
till next time.