I gotta gotta be down because I want it all

Mood: formerly cheerful, however in light of recent events now ever-so-slightly depressed
Music: The Killers - Mr. Brightside
Number of Days Remaining Untill I am 6575 Days of Age: 29

Math and Anneliese are not friends. Generally, we are civil and manage to co-exist quite functionally. I do realize that Math is essential to many useful and comfortable things in this society, (many of which I take for granted) and I respect that. However, Math does not hold a special place in my heart. In fact, often times I find Math boring, and usually redundant. Nevertheless, Math and I have come together. Again. Tonight.

And then Math laughed in my face and danced on the grave of my young, awakening, romantic self that was slaughtered and torn into millions of itty bitty pieces almost two years ago. And then, Math informed me that, New Year's aside, I have not kissed anyone in six hundred and eight days.

And I gasped.

And then Math said: "No, wait. 2004 was a leap year -- make that six hundred and nine."

And then I stared blankly at math for a moment. Finally, I said: "Screw you Math, I'm going home."

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Hmm. I wonder... how many more days of this untill I'm officially a mormon?


(...Ta Da.)