Vatsug

Last Monday my house got broken into. That sucked. They took a TV, no biggie, but they also took a watch of my dad's. That's a biggie. You don't mess with Dad stuff. I'm not too terribly bothered by this. It seems I have friends who are more upset than I am about the break in. I'm not sure why its not really effecting me but its not. I just cant conjure up any real feels for this event. All I keep saying is 'it happens.' Creepy thing is how the person lined up all the pairs of earrings in my house across the bedroom floor and sorted out all the pictures they could find by who was in the picture. That's a bit odd.

I think i am going to have to Murphy some people. Murphy is when you conscientiously end a friendship with someone. Its not my fav thing to do, but it needs to be done.

I was swam with dolphins Friday, that was awesome. I had such a great vacation. I love a good vacation. I hate coming home though. On vacation you are in such a la la world. Reality does, in fact, bite my friends.