Man, I just changed my relationship status.  Kinda scary.  It's like "Whoa, shit.  This is official now."  It's pretty exciting too.  Like a roller coaster of emotion! 

Did I just describe my boyfriend as a bad Hollywood film?  Well, I do love bad Hollywood films, so I guess the analogy works pretty well. 

I'm babbling, I guess so I'll stop talking about my new hotness for now.  Can't wait to drive it out the lot! 

What the hell was I even talking about there?

The hotel is (more or less) back to normal.  Today was the first day it opened back up, so it's still nice and slow. 

I had one dude that was constantly in and out, but I think he finally crashed.  Hopefully.

I'm pretty fucking hungry, but also kinda broke.  I hate using my debit card for non-emergencies, but what're you gonna do?

No, I didn't make sure each of these were less then 140 characters.  Fuck you.

No, this isn't how I'm blogging from now on.  Just an experiment.  Let me know what you think.  And maybe fuck you.

I kinda want to watch (not read) Twilight, just so I can have the excuse to go on about how terrible it is. 

I don't wanna be that guy that judges a book by it's cover, but it really does look like pandering bullshit.

I don't think I mentioned it earlier, but I saw Paranormal Activity.  Not bad.

The first...third(?) of the movie was really boring, but when it got to the creepy stuff it got good.

It actually stayed with me for a while.  I had to sleep with the light on.  Because I was afraid a girl would throw me at something.

Oh shit, I just spoiled the ending.

I almost copy/pasted another quiz from someone for this blog, but most of the questions were like "If you were on your deathbed, would you want the last person you kissed there?"

Yeah, I just wasn't in the mood.

I'm surprised I was even able to blog at all.  I'm fucking bored.  And as we all know, when you're bored, ANY activity becomes excruciating. 

I just saw a picture of two huge turtles having sex....and in the bottom corner you see a much smaller turtle watching.

It's like "Hey mom and dad, whatchu guys doin'?  Can I play?"

On that note, I think it's time to call it quits.