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!!!