100 Dollars.

Today, I found 100 dollars on the ground.

As I walked across campus, I couldn't help but think about that 100 dollars now resting safely in my pocket. You know, when people talk about a typical great day, I usually hear some mention about finding money in their pockets (along with car rides without red lights, annoying coworkers out sick, etc). It certainly improved my mood. So much for the poor bitch who lost it though.

But I shouldn't need this 100 dollars to make me feel better.

For the past couple of days, weeks even, I've been in an unnaturally depressed mood. I didn't go to work yesterday because I was simply too exhausted and sad to go. I normally don't let shit get to me, but recently it has.

But this is going to stop.

I'm taking this 100 dollars as a sign from God to man-up and stop being so down all the time. I have plenty to be grateful for and plenty to look forward to, so why let the less-than-favorable shit get me down? Yeah, I agree that my plate has been more than full for some time now, but that is no excuse. I can be better. I can be happier. I just have to want it enough.

Enough of the pity party. It's time to go shopping.

Much love!

Chewing.

I really hate when I bite the inside of my cheek. For whatever reason, I have unreasonably sharp canines (probably the genes) and my poor cheeks and tongue are the ones who have to suffer. My tongue actually has scars from how many times it has been bitten. It's pretty pathetic.

But I really needed this stick of chewing gum (Wrigley's Spearmint to be exact). My breath was an atrocity. It could topple buildings. Ew, no thanks, had to nip that in the bud. I wonder if anyone has ever been fired from their job due to excessive bad breath.

They say that homosexuals tend to have oral fixations. I could definitely understand this, seeing as I'm constantly chewing on gum or cheek or tongue. And I'm gay. Maybe the degree of which one chews is directly proportional to how gay one is. Considering the amount of scarring on my tongue and how swollen my cheeks become when I bite them, I would have to say that I'm pretty damn gay.

Use this as a part of your gaydar. Are they chewing gum? Yes? They're gay.

And now my cheek is bleeding. Sigh.

Au revoir. Much love!

Back to Blogging.

Back when I had my Myspace ages and ages ago (I think three years now), I used to post blogs on there quite frequently. People would gush over what I had to say and the stories I had to tell so I made sure I did it on a regular basis. Then I met Gabe, and subsequently destroyed my Myspace to make sure no one else tried to talk to me. So much for that.

But it seems that a lot of people have either taken to blogging or have been blogging for sometime now. I'm jealous. I want to be a blogger too.

So here it goes: another form of internet medium of which I'm a part. Another way of expressing my thoughts. And another way for you to hear them.

Since I have a job where I'm tied to a computer all day, and I get my work here done rather quickly, I'll be able to post often. Me thinks, maybe twice a week? Who knows. We'll see what happens. But let this blog act as an introduction - or a reintroduction I should say - to the blogging Will.

Shep689 is back to blogging.

Much love!