Just some thoughts...

Is it bad that I went to the same Denny's twice w/in the same 24 hour period?


Do you know what your tradesment are doing?
I wonder what the guy standing on the roof of the apartment building next to the Cambie street bridge was thinking when he whipped his pants down to change.

As for my weekend...

It involved beer.
It didn't involve eating healthy.
It involved a fun costume party.
It didn't involve sleep.
It involved ripping my jeans across the bottom.
It didn't involve shopping.
It involved a killer kickboxing class.
It didn't involve stretching.
It involved me getting my own way with a stubborn bank teller.
It didn't involve me throwing a fit & losing my temper! (nice Leanne)
It involved moonshine.
It didn't involve an aspirin free morning.
It involved my grad dress.
It didn't involve me keeping it one piece.
It involved me unravelling who was the mystery overalls man.
It didn't involve me not passing out on the stairs.
It involved phone calls.
It didn't involve me maintaining any sort of pride. (come on Claire... say hi to Neal... )
It involved me saying "I like your sleeves" at any chance I got.
It didn't involve me getting the correct response.
It involved the bus
It didn't involve me sitting next to smelly-free people (pepperoni? or was it just salami?).
It involved me having our "first fight"
It didn't involve me winning.
It involved me inviting someone into my world.
It didn't involve awkwardness.
It involved paying tribute to someone that meant the world to me.
It didn't involve acknowlegding an evil sow-beast.
It involved laughter.
It didn't involve a lack of tears.

All in all was a great weekend but after writing that out, I now think "involve(d)" is a really weird word.