[extremes]

my current past time. eating tic tacs. its actually quite nice. it really doesn't pack enough taste in a single tic tac, so u have to keep eating for those small doses of happiness.

anyhow. my lack of tolerance of blurness culminated today. i read somewhere that men are classifiers. for me, i group everyone in categories. definite labels. good frens. non-existence fren. its hard when a good fren is someone whos like good in certain things and bad in others.

basically yes. i hate shades of grey.

ugh.