it's 10:30 am on saturday morning, and i've slept for about an hour since coming in last night. i think i'm still wired from iced coffee. is it just me, or does it seems like dunkin donut's caramel coffee tastes a crapload like raspberry? the flavors are bumpin uglies. anyway, i'm still all jittery from seeing dave coulier last night at the improv asylum! i'll never be able to watch full house the same way after watching him do an impression of a don commenting on how the disco ball symbolized a fertile, shiny ballsack. noooo uncle joey!!
i wonder how narcisstic having a blog is? the roommates and i pretty much get all of our enjoyment out of mocking our suffuck classmates and their narcissitic ways-especially one in particular-but really, doesn't having a blog and facebook and twitter breed this behavior? i think our generation was mostly raised to be overly confident in ourselves, i.e. don't worry about your childhood obesity, jimmy! you'll grow up to be the president someday! and so we believe that people actually DO want to know your deepest darkest secrets like what's to your left RIGHT NOW. of course, i know there's all sorts of flaws in this little rant. i have a facebook. i blogged for four years before this one, and will be the first to admit that it was full of bullshit about boys and pain and combining the two into emo cookies. but i don't know. i guess i'm just interested in the drive that's behind people craving the world knowing all about their lives via modem. i miss letter writing.
i need to take a shower so all the target-goers don't draw back in horror at my eye boogers and rat's nest hair. i'm not even really sure why we're going--i think to waste julie's ANT's gas and look at shower curtains for next year. ahhhhh next year! it should be fun learning how to cook and riding a bike everywhere. granted, i think we might get mugged-but who cares! i have my own place! well we. me, koz, julie, and gille. and the cat that we're getting who already has a name (lily) despite the ongoing war about its hair distribution.
holy fuck this is boring
am i always like this? probs.
time to get effin gorgeous and face the masses
-b
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