Chicken Skins.

I never thought I was a picky eater until recently.

There's a chicken breast that's been coated with fat and bathed in grease sitting infront of me and I'm finding it tremendously difficult to eat it. Oddly enough, it's not the caloric intake that's grossing me out, it's the fact that I have to mutilate it to get it into my mouth. *blech*
I bought bananas two days ago and now they're too mushy to eat. They'll sit on my microwave until they go black and then I'll throw them in the freezer until I'm ready to make banana muffins (Which is a method that is usually despised as it requires peeling bad bananas. Icky). And then usually, being reminded of the method makes it impossible for me to chomp down on their cakey goodness. Black bananas are gross y0.

Andrew and I had a fight when he got home from work last night.
I was being paranoid and wanted to get to the bus terminal as soon as he walked through the door. He was tired and wanted to hang a picture and needed my help and instead of being a calm and rational person about it, I sulked through the entire event. Needless to say, the picture didn't get hung and I grumbled about being late for buses (Which I wasn't. I arrived twenty minutes early, but that's not the point. The point is I'm punctual and he isn't and that pisses me off).
We drove in silence for most of the trip. Finally I said, "I'm sorry for being a bitch, I'm just paranoid about missing my bus." He said nothing.
I had noted a few days back that Andrew hasn't told me that he loved me in quite some time. While my feelings for Andrew have definitely mellowed and while I am no longer in proper love with him, I still do love him. So when I got out of the car, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him that I loved him. He started to return the sentiment, stopped halfway through and said, "Have a good weekend", and then drove away.

When I arrived in St. Catharines a bum without any shoes kept circling me and looking at my ass. As I do not own an ass, I assumed there was something on it, so I kept turning around oddly, trying to get a glimpse of my derriere. I felt strange.

(Ewe! Chicken Bone!)

Dianne picked me up and proceeded to complain about her day, which was a nice change of scenery from angry boyfriends and ass glancing bums.

Ah, the joys of Niagara.

I'm meeting a man named Randy today in Fort Erie. Yesterday I thought it would be a good idea, today I'm scared shitless.
When I broke up with Ian I vowed that I wouldn't have a boyfriend. Breaking up with Andrew, I'm positive I said the same thing. But here I am, meeting a new man that I could potentially date. I really am quite good at doing the exact opposite of what I intend.

It's time for me to go back to bed.