My garden is starting to bear fruit. (Or vegetables) The peas are growing and I seem to have a shitload of tomatoes coming in. Look at me, I'm growing my own food. I would've taken pictures, but I'm embarrassed at the amount of weeding that needs to be done and that I've been avoiding so I can stay inside and watch Lifetime movies about child abuse and teen prostitution. My favorite movie was the one where some 14 year old caught the syphilis from giving her slutty man-whore boyfriend some oral pleasure. Then it turns out that the whole school pretty much had the syphilis from this one guy. What a bunch of teen whores, they should change the name to Syphilis High. But then I was a big dork in high school, who no one wanted to give the syphilis to. And I'm totally ok with that. Ok, I've gotten so far off track here. How do you go from tomatoes to syphilis?

Yeah speaking of syphilis*, I got an email from my exboyfriend last week. The one who said that he never wanted to get married. Well, guess who's engaged? I am happy for him, because I've moved on to a much better happier saner place, but the really immature part of me is pissed because I wanted to be engaged first. And I think the fact that I've acknowleged that fact is extremely healthy. I think I deserve a 7 Coronas and some super nachoes for my efforts.

[* totally a joke. He doesn't have the syphilis. He didn't give me the syphilis, and I've never had the syphilis.]