Still single and lonely. I can't even pull off any entertaining dreams. Last night I had a dream involving me, my gay friend, and my friend who might be a lesbian. It was completely platonic and quite dull. Not only are there no boyfriends in my foreseeable future, there aren't even any hot guys for me to dream about. Alas! Leave me now! I must go and start sewing my new wardrobe of shapeless spinster dresses and mumus (Moomoos? Certainly more appropriate given my current shape/weight).
People suck. Especially mimes and most of all, mimes with whistles.
Look at this, I can't even come up with a semi-exciting journal entry. Ah, how true that art mirrors life.