The Height of Narcissism

Someone ate my last slice of sausage and onion pizza. I can scarce believe it.

I do believe that that is all I have to say of importance. I... I... I. I. I. This is what a blog is. An account about me by me. And while I am not the first one to come to this conclusion, I still think it is strange.

I am at the height of our narcissistic age. Good for me.

I saw a boy today who I haven't seen in nearly two years. Spent five minutes trying to get him to look at me, though to be sure I've changed greatly in those two years. He didn't look... Sad, right? And I'm such a creeper, I always remember names, especially his [Brandon Riggs, haha] for I... well, I'm pretty sure we sorta stalked eachother. Oh, well. I'll get over it.

Someone really ought to talk to me.