i'm fat

shit

lost and found and lost and and and...

I have now bought the same shotglass three times, having twice given it away. But it's so cute, that I must have it "back" every time. Alas, the three dollars I earned by selling back an infernal textbook is thus squandered. And I don't even take shots that often.

How's this for a treat?

Today was Payday. My first from Reed. Money is nice to make...at least in the current capitalist system within which we must function.

domestic incredulity

Who the hell discovered knitting?!!

I am in Portland.

What?


...

Tanzen

Ich denke, dass ich moechte lernen Tango wie einen "Leader," also ich kann immer tanzen. Vielleicht Lindy, auch, aber erstenmal Tango.

freak

In fact, it's so bad that I actually grew embarassed when I considered buying a "M*A*S*H 4077" t-shirt at Target. I actually felt bad/guilty for wanting it. And I was alone. Nobody knew my secret. Some secreat, anyway. I'm allowed to like this show. So why do I feel all weird about it? Why did I get hot and flushed and had to walk to a different aisle to calm down? This is starting to border on one of my pseudo-insane fantasy obsessions/infatuations of yester-yore. I shouldn't feel weird about this type of thing, anymore, but it still has that kind of power over me. gargh! So frickin weird!

[caring is] creepy

I have a thing for M*A*S*H...and Donald Sutherland circa 1969. I am starting to scare myself. I mean, isn't that disturbing?

180

Last night, I actually wore a garter belt because it was practical.

tennis

JP Morgan lives!

Gershwin Night at the Bowl

Jazz is truly amazing.

small but worthy foe

shhhhhhh There is a gnat or fly or probably a mosquito perched atop my monitor. It has been thus for a long while. Several moments, in fact. However, I remain ever wary, as I am convinced it is only biding it's time, plotting slowly, carefully, until it ATTACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Instinct?

Nobody taught me to gargle, but somehow, I know how to do it.

M*A*S*H

Oh! I love to go swimmin
With bow-legg'ed women
And swim between their legs
And swim between their legs
And swim between their legs!


as sung in the showwer by Col. Potter


hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

house, home, but hardly together

We aren't a family, anymore. Not really. We don't do things all together, and when we do, not all of us enjoy them. I am removed, and do not like spending too much time with them. Alone at home is better at times, which is why I tend to retreat out back and be by myself. That isn't right. If I'm home, it should be beacause I want to be here, not because I feel obligated, especailly since I hardly spend time with them. If I'm home, I should be spending time with them. This is why I think that next summer, I might have to be somewhere else for most of it. One week at a time, or so, seems to be the charm of family.

This is sad, and I don't like it.
But it's probably a lot of my own selfish, distant fault.

Tragedy

Wal-Mart has infiltrated China.

Randomocity

I want to have a martini.
Mostly because of the olives on the little toothpick.

I look cute today, and my teeth have been professionally cleaned.
Not a cent has been spent. This is good.

And I have discovered a book that is everything I want to know about linguistics without having to take a mostly-boring and difficult semester class. Interesting, to boot!

Boots...tan or black or red or orange.

I want to be a beat-nick. Or date a beatnick. Just so I can run my hands over their black-turtle-necked chest.

And a punk, blue-streaked hair, small Asian girlfriend, please. Because she is out there, and really hot.

But I can just start with that martini.

Everyone's asleep except me and the kitty. She cries to go in "her" room [read: my parent's room]. I open the door a crack, but, no no! She doesn't want to go in. Instead she circles my leg while i warily pet her head. Sensing my fear, she quite openly tries to take a bite of my ankle. Seriously, I thought we were over this. I hate having to bop her over the head.

I work for the (wo)man

I have been officially promoted to the head of Katie's PR. Oh, yeah. Fuck that hippie protesting shit.

who reads this?

honestly. where is the community? how do i find people on this thing? sigh...so dumb.


I should stop posting.

another blog...

i'm only doing this so i can post on katie's stupid site. i mean, i love you, ms. ruler of the world!!!