I'm A Horrible Person

I would like to start this off with the comment that I had just completed about half of an entire entry, but deleted it due to the fact that I didn't think it was the best idea for me to post it. And now I'm considering deleting this, and then writing that I had written a comment about deleting a previously written entry -- but that would just be silly. I am a silly person though. That is true.

Anyways, after talking with Dianne today, the conclusion was drawn that I am a horrible person. "But," you say, "Susanne, how can you be a horrible person? You are so nice! You make me breakfast... oh, wait. Yeah, about that -- you still owe me. Geez, you are horrible," and now I have no reason to continue this because at this point you** now think that I am horrible, and it's not like I'm going to try to convince you otherwise.

The thing is, *sigh*. Yeah.

Let's end this conversation now.

I'm really not horrible. At least I hope not. I think I just do things that I don't mean to; or rather, mean to do, but see an end result differing from that which the receiver tends to. Oh well, things tend to work out for the best.

This is going to be a very long week. I have so very much to do and it's going to be the death of me.

ahh, you sing it Johnny. Shit man, that's some good music.

I can't wait to go to work. No school, just walking around. Talking. That's pretty nice.

**I would like add a few footnotes to the part about being a horrible person: First: The pancake thing -- one of many, not the only reason. Second: In saying "you" I mean "the world," not necessarily the person to which the pancake incident of 2005-2006 applies to. Lastly: uh, I think that's it.**