Content? I don’t have any. I’ve spent too much time trying to amuse myself today that I have actually gone mental and instead of having something decent to post about I just have the nonsense in my head. My head. I am just going to write whatever comes out of my head. That might be gooy. I wonder what happens if stuff starts to come out of your head? Does it ooze? Oozy. Ozzy. I don’t get the whole releasing doves at a wedding. I forget what it symbolizes but I just don’t get it. What happens to the doves? Do they just go on their merry way? I dunno, people and their traditions. I mean I am all full of traditions, and some of them are a bit weird but I guess to each his own. Like the tradition of making sausages each year. I guess thats not really a weird tradition unless you are a vegetarian. I told Alicia today she couldn’t have any of my cookies because they had meat in them but clearly I was lying and just hogging the cookies. Meat in cookies reminds me of that Friends episode where Rachael mixes up the dessert recipe and the meat pie recipe but Joey loves it anyways. I like watching old episodesof Friends. This is why I know nothing about todays shows because the only TV I watch is old Episodes of my favorite shows. Thank God for the million channels we have, there is always a repeat somewhere to watch. We watched the last episode of Flight of the Conchords Season 1 last night. It was ok, not the funniest, though I did love how Bret danced every time he was mad. I wanted to punch Todd in the head. So annoying. I can’t wait to see them live in May. Hello birthday present! I think I want to go down to White Rock for my birthday this year. Chad and I always talk about going to the beach for dinner but we never do. This I think thats what we are going to do. Ha, unless we go to Vegas. Thats a option to I guess because I get the day off on my Birthday and I could turn it into a mini Vacation. The last time I was in Vegas I was 16 and it sucked, clearly, because I was 16. That and it was 52 degrees Celsius. Ugh I wanted to die. But anyways.

It’s 5:00. I am going home.

My brain is weird.