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I'm hanging out at the house, watching a Foo Fighters Live DVD. Right now they are playing "To All the Cows." They just dedicated the song to a very large breasted Canadian woman in the crowd. The song is sort of mellow, and I thought this was a good time to break and update here. I think I updated Saturday last.

Janie and I are having an issue, and at this point I'm kind of mad at her. First she wanted to talk about it, the next day she didn't, and then she called and said she would make time to talk with me Thursday. So today she calls me and says we need to talk as soon as possible. I don't like being jerked around, and she acted like she never left the call saying we would get together Thursday. Whatever.

I'm not good with women. I don't understand a bit of what is going on, and all I've done as far as I can see is be completely honest. I was crying Sunday night, and tonight I've got this kind of shitty stomach ache and my chest feels hollow. However, I think that I will just keep being honest and see what happens.

What I want to say to her is: You asked me a personal question and I was completely honest with you, and the next day you didn't want to talk to me, and then you said you would "make time for me" three days later. And both times you called you were in tears. Try to imagine how I feel.

And it's like the whole thing is crazy, because we're just friends. But... she is the closest friend I've ever had. I tell Janie all kinds of crap I don't tell anyone else. I've tried explaining that to her, but it didn't seem to work.

I wish I could resolve this easily, but she doesn't want to talk about it over the phone.

So anyway, this is why I don't have a girlfriend. No matter how much I give, it's never enough. And any time I'm honest about my feelings, I get treated like an Ogre. So fine, I'm an Ogre.

So I'm supposed to go get Janie at 9:15 or so tomorrow and take her to Southview hospital at 10. And I guess we're supposed to talk then. I'm not hip on the whole thing. But I like Janie, so what the hell.

Other than that, Quinne did a set with Aiden which makes me really fucking happy. Really. And then the Cat set was great too. I would like to have such abs (well the male version) but I'm not willing to work out 4 hours a day. Ergo: I have a paunch.

I was thinking of waiting until the plastic surgery industry could make me look like Brad Pitt and science could extend my life span for 1000 years or so before making any big changes in my exercise routine. :lol:

Honestly, life seems to always get in the way of exercising. Once I get into the gym and break a sweat, I'm as happy as a pig in shit. I'm serious. Ten minutes before I go to the gym, you'd think I was awaiting execution, or possibly a long torture session in Abu Gharib.

Right now, I'm keeping my head above water. The mold is out of the kitchen, my health insurance is back online any time, and I feel good about what's going on, except for whatever is going on with Janie. I'm just a dumb man. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to figure out how to be so fucking sensitive and caring.

I guess that is quite enough. Later,

Tim.