Well I said I am locking myself indoors for the wknd. I'm not leaving! I rented us 5 movies, and I'm cleaning, organizing, and holeing up with my fiance! But we left. We went to Yankee Candle, they had buy one get one half off!! And a few other places. CP took me to IHop. MMM.
We went to The Exchange and a bunch of cops and an ambulance was there. We walked down cus it was by the Sprint store...TWDSO's store. Too bad it wasn't his store, but Starbucks got smashed into by a mini van. How the fuck that happens don't ask me. It's in a small plaza with no room to pick up speed, so the asshole who did it was a moron. Or old. It was pretty funny to see, we actually walked up there to look at it.
My ghost hunting group is planning a trip to Mansfield in June. Since I didn't get to go last year, I signed us up. I don't think I told CP that yet, but he'll be ok with it.
I'm still craving chocolate cake. It has not gone away. But, if I eat cake, I won't stop til the entire cake is gone, so it's best I have a fudgecicle instead. *sigh*
I think I might have OCD. I count how many times I rub deoderant under my armpits. I always do it 13 times. I count both times. Is that excessive? I don't wanna sweat you know.