Someone please shoot me. In the back of my head would be nice, where I wouldn't feel any pain.

Don't you hate it when it seems like you're the most mature one, most confident one of all you friends and two of your good friends are starting to date, and they mention all the sappy/gross stuff that they find is cute, and you just want someone to shoot you?

Yep, that's how I feel right now. I've been feeling like that for awhile.

Past Five:
12 May 2006 * Workaholic
16 April 2006 * It's Easter!
20 March 2006 * And she comes back
07 January 2006 * Starting over, elsewhere. I think.
02 January 2006 * Face your fears