I was trying to remember the lyrics to a drinking song the adjacent flat used to sing when I was studying abroad. I thought that maybe I had written them down here somewhere, but I could be mistaken. I didn't realize people still used this thing...:P

How do they really ever know if their wives are ACTUALLY in love with them?

remember that time that my body was dying...

I am different, just like everybody else. Surely there's a group of people out there, just like me...?

I don't know how many of you actually know or believe this but Ravel is fucking brilliant...seriously.

Today is the day I officially stop believing they'll find my car. Or the stuff in it.

sometimes i ask myself what i am doing here. other times i just say carpe diem.

i hate estrogen.

and money.

Even though my professional/academic life is in total chaos, I have never felt more complete...

Wow. I haven't logged in or written anything in a long time. It must mean life is pretty dandy. That and my internet blows/is non-existant half the time, but more importantly the first one. :)