I'm feeling better . . .

I think I'll go for a walk . . .

I feel happy . . .

Just waiting for October, and donated a pitiful amount to my school's alumni fund.

Not only do I have the YOU'VE GOT MAIL soundtrack. I'm listening to it. My only defense -- I think one of you gave it to me. So stop judging me. I can't help it that I don't have your cultivated taste in music ( Read more... )

I have absolutely nothing to say, but feel the need to comment somehow before someone accuses me of being the worst sort of voyeur ( Read more... )

One of my coworkers is stalking, playfully, through me the guy with the office in front of me. We decided he was her Barbie Dream Date. Which got me to think about my Barbie Dream Date. And I have decided that I definitely have one; however, it is imperative that one qualify what exactly a Barbie Dream Date is. People hear it and automatically ( Read more... )

I just wrote a lovely entry about my time in RI, but the evil monster who lives in my live journal just ate it. Let's recap ( Read more... )

but want to say something none the less. I feel compelled to post, for no other reason most likely than I'm procrastinating. I'm afraid the vampire novel I've had a week to overread and still haven't gotten past chapter one isn't really holding my attention. Ah, the joys of procrastination -- they never end ( Read more... )

and my own boredom, I present . . .

Which drunk are you?
You're drunk like me
You're suave, sensual, can play the guitar like a mother effing right even after 40 oz of rum, you epitomise what drunkenness should be...

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So . . . summer has arrived in NYC and with it the temperature has jumped up about 20 degrees and the humidity has skyrocketed. And I have come to the realization that all of my windows need replacing immediately. I only have one out of three that will open right now and of course it is on the wrong angle to catch the breeze and continuously ( Read more... )

I just finished reading a 280 page book about peanut allergy. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. I am now a fount of useless knowledge. I guess I should really say even more useless knowledge ( Read more... )

I'm tired of it. My friend Mel was heart broken when his girlfriend broke up with him. Continues to talk about the rage he felt when she made out with another guy. And yet this weekend he hooked up with a married woman. I think the mystical/magical/downward spiraling/destructive world of romance would be so much simpler and probably the world ( Read more... )