This next entry will most likely be my last entry in Boston.

And wouldn't you know, it's friends-only.

Ha.

About that last entry (a preemptive strike against criticism):

I felt really bad for two seconds, thinking to myself, Oh my God, I just made fun of a mentally retarded girl's journal. But then I looked at her profile and did NOT see any of the following in her interests list ( Read more... )

I have no clue what to think of this.

No really. Should I laugh? Cry? Hope that I will be saved soon?

I just find it quite ironic... I bet the feminists are in a tizzy.

So here it is, 6:56 PM on a Tuesday. And I'm here, eating vegetarian chili for dinner, listening to The Queen Is Dead, and compulsively cleaning my apartment.

And then I think, My God, I've turned into Deuce.

Minus, of course, the thin and riotously funny parts. And the tendency to puke after like two drinks.

Ha ha ha

I. AM. DOOMED.

Deuce makes his television debut today on The Price Is Right, 11:00 AM EST.

Everybody watch it please.

Thank you.

get your friends only entry RIGHT HERE!

Friends only entry coming up. And it's a whopper.

Oh please oh please oh please oh please let me have gotten at least a B+ on my Drugs and Behavior exam. I cannot afford anything less. If I got less than a C+, I'm dropping the class.

That is all.

So my cell phone is dead/dying. It's not the battery and it's not the service. I have no idea what the problem is. And I really don't have time to deal with it today.

If anyone who reads this needs to contact me, call my home phone.

Thanks.