i just had a weird episode where i decided to ride my (well, fran's) bike down flatbush to get emergency cheesecakes at Junior's, but it was tasty and worth it, in addition to being made all the more amazing by the dude in front of popeyes who said to me "Ride on, sister", with a raised fist and everything. excellent.
i cannot find a fucking pick, which is sad because i stopped wearing my pick necklace like last week. just goes to show that i should NEVER DO ANYTHING DECISIVE.
the nice thing about having zero faith in your abillity to do something is that when you figure out a tiny portion of it, you run from room to room in your underwear screaming "Eureka!" well, i do, anyway.
watch out, sharedObject. you are on my LIST now buddy.