The worst part of this danged disassociating crap is when I send random messages to my psychopathical exes and then get them all on my case again. I hate that I had to go through nvjdaGNVKAJNBVKJES trauma when I was younger that causes me to black out and not remember what I do. I HATE nvkjadlnv Ray for what he did to me that caused me even more trauma and even more blackouts.

And I hate that YOU don't understand this, and that even if I tried to explain it to you, you wouldn't understand anyways because your brain isn't properly functioning and you would accuse me of lying and all other kinds of crap like you have before. So you know what? I'm not going to report this one to the police (even though I could and technically should). Just don't do it again, ok? No more friend requests. No more asking people to send messages to me. No more public rants on your blog in hopes that I'll read it. K?

Well, we took the four out, and that means I had to row with the sucky notched oars that give me nasty blisters. But, at least the four is good. We started out with 2 novices as the bow pair, and the set was awful, but when we took them out and were rowing as the v4, we were M-azing. And I got sweettarts thrown as I was rowing... that was interesting. Mmm. Yay for sugary rewards. Anywaysies... we had a perfect unassisted landing. Woot. But when I got on the stupid dock, my super duper amazing stripy knee socks caught on a splinter of wood and ripped, and I got a ginormous splinter in my foot. OH NO! Oh well, I guess I can make arm warmers out of them now without feeling bad for ruining my favoritest sockies. I shall have to find new stripedy knee highs, though, for going without them is unacceptable.