Do you ever have moments when you feel like the biggest flake in the world? Well, I do...and they are not fun.

Perhaps it isn't me -- perhaps it is the people who make me feel like a flake that are really the a-holes. Geez, maybe I'm just 'misunderstood.' OR maybe I just am incapable of being fake and that is what gets me into trouble.

GOO! Girls just wanna have fun! In the words of David Yunker and South Park, "Whatever, Whatever I do what I want!" By the way, David...where is my damn e-mail!

I've also realized that I have road rage.

Today driving home from UMSL two 10-year-old punks ran into the middle of the road and started hitting each other with hockey sticks. Well, they jumped out in front of this old man's car (he totally had a disabled sticker too), which was in front of my car. So what do I decide to do...roll down my window and curse at them. Then I shot them a dirty look through my new black movie star sun glasses -- but the glasses are so big that I don't think they could see my expression.

I find myself pining for London, Spain, Paris wherever...lazing on the front steps of some really old church eating lemon gelato in Italy. Damn I had it good for 4 months. Enough of this rambeling.