So this guy I went to school with from kindergarten through high school just found me on myspace. This is a guy who had a crush on me for 6 years, expected me the oblivious to notice, and got really pissed at me when I broke his heart by accident, after telling my friends to tell me if he liked me because if he did I wasn't going to prom with him. They thought I was joking. So yeah that ended badly, with him getting drunk and iming me to tell me I was a horrible person.

Evidently he's gotten over it. And lost a lot of weight. But still, weird to have him contact me again. Some days I kind of wonder why I let people talk me into getting an account. I check it once a month at most.

So I get up this morning and walk into the kitchen, which has been completely rearranged. And my step dad says, "We were going to buy a corvette today but it was already sold. So we're remodeling the kitchen instead." *head desk*

My poor degus are right next to were all this insanity is going on. They are not particularly happy campers at the moment, but I don't have a better place to put them.