Loser = Me.

Before I go on a long-winded probably entirely too scattered one way discussion, please find a comfortable sitting place. You may in fact, want to lay, if possible. Because that's what I'm doing. And obviously whatever I'm doing, you should be doing.

I really do have some serious thoughts that need to escape, so don't skip over the beginning of this. Or do. I don't really care. Do what you want.

Can we make a hypothetical situation, hypothetical? Hypothetically speaking, of course.

Let's say you know someone, whose name starts with, oh I don't know, P. I would say that you and P are pretty close friends. I mean, you don't hang out every day, but you talk often enough and it's a two way street; you guys care about each other. Now lets just say that P is sort of turning into a man whore. Sorry, too blunt? P is sort of overly abusing his sexual mannerisms? What do you say to P? Seriously, what do you say? Because I'm at a loss for words. What if you don't want P to be a man whore anymore? P is a male, by the way. By man whore, I mean a man who is turning into a whore, if that wasn't clear.

And don't chastise me for being too harsh because you have NO IDEA what I'm going through because of this. My stomach is in knots just thinking about it.

Ew, I'm sorry for the seriousness of that all. We can move on from that. But I don't really want to move on right now. This blog is called Define: Kendall, so I'm going to define myself for you damnit, and this is defining ME right now!!!! I'm not even going to throw into the mix my other problems. I'd rather they didn't surface on a publicly available forum.

I just feel like I'm losing. There's no other way to put it. I am losing, and there's no way I can win because every solution I think of involves me losing. I'll be back.

Stream of Consciousness, Deux.

Holy Mama. Holy Cow. Holy Matrimony. HOLY CRAP! Holy Bananas. Holy, Holy, Holy.

I don't know which direction I'm going because I just don't stop moving, ever. Except when I sit down on my bed and finally (finally) remember to type out a new blog entry. There's so many things flying through my head (not literally) right now that I don't know which thoughts to lasso and serve up to you, rancher style.

I could tell you that my room looks like it imploded on itself and where there aren't boxes filled with clean laundry or office supplies, there are piles of shoes, checks, camera chargers, coffee makers missing the pots, time sheets from work, and controllers to a non-existent gaming system (no idea where that one is!). I feel like I could be on the show Hoarders, but in reality I definitely couldn't. One look into my room and you'd know that I'm obviously moving back to college in less than a week.

Plus, Hoarders scares the bejeebles out of me. OK. Here:

1. Aaron Eckhart -- all I want in my life is to hug him. Looks at those cute little cheeks and that dimple on his chin. How dare he be so irresistibly charming in the movie Love Happens. Haven't seen that? I'd throw it on the good ole Netflix list if I were you. That being, if you are a female and/or a male who is in touch with his feminine side. Although, I don't know if you could be both? But maybe. Who am I to judge you.

2. I'm so distracted by my room that I can't give you a #2 right now. In fact, I'm so distracted that I'm going to close this internet box, put on a movie, and pack up all this sh ...stuff.

I'll be back with more, for you. I love you. Probably.