surely one radiator is not enough to heat an apartment of my size. what is going on? each morning i awake completely frozen. i find myself wrapped in two blankets huddling over my computer. sure i could just put some clothing on, but the bare body would be blasted blue far too quickly. dressing near the radiator. yes.
it has been entirely too long since i have written anything about music. i have sort of reached a lull where i haven't found any new music i love. given this, my itunes has been playing a steady flow of pinback, built to spill and my current favourite band the fruit bats. mind you, the majority of people i have attempted to share them with have not been too responsive. so they suck. and can burn in hell. union blanket = A+.
i went to the expensive grocery store with the little carts the day before yesterday on a secret brownie excursion. i noticed many people were buying in bulk. many being two. this one person the entire bottom half of the cart filled with soup. for the other, it was yogourt. and yes, knowing this has enriched all of your lives. so there i was at the expensive grocery store with the little carts when what do i see? croc-o-bananes cereal. with a french name like that, i had to buy them. and oh what a joy my morning has become!
i still hate shaw. on. off. on. off.
i am currently reading three books at the moment. the perks of being a wallflower which i enjoy, and is almost finished. gaiman's neverwhere is another, thanks to my dear shiori. i wish i hadn't read the note with compared gaiman to douglas adams (new trailor! wee!). because, despite a good story, i find the humour well below adams' wit. third book is a vindication of the rights of woman. thanks to that d20 boy. i've just started it. i have no opinions. what are you reading right now?
gardimus and i have started the icq revival. remember icq? the days of the uh oh, comic sans, and perpetual n/a status. bring it back! we already have one success story. another day.
it feels unnatural to end my journal update without a photo, so here, i present to you, my msn photo guy. now picture him throwing up two finger guns and saying eeehhhhhhhhhh. hot.
ps. i want to marry dusty. fuck. she's hot.
it has been entirely too long since i have written anything about music. i have sort of reached a lull where i haven't found any new music i love. given this, my itunes has been playing a steady flow of pinback, built to spill and my current favourite band the fruit bats. mind you, the majority of people i have attempted to share them with have not been too responsive. so they suck. and can burn in hell. union blanket = A+.
i went to the expensive grocery store with the little carts the day before yesterday on a secret brownie excursion. i noticed many people were buying in bulk. many being two. this one person the entire bottom half of the cart filled with soup. for the other, it was yogourt. and yes, knowing this has enriched all of your lives. so there i was at the expensive grocery store with the little carts when what do i see? croc-o-bananes cereal. with a french name like that, i had to buy them. and oh what a joy my morning has become!
i still hate shaw. on. off. on. off.
i am currently reading three books at the moment. the perks of being a wallflower which i enjoy, and is almost finished. gaiman's neverwhere is another, thanks to my dear shiori. i wish i hadn't read the note with compared gaiman to douglas adams (new trailor! wee!). because, despite a good story, i find the humour well below adams' wit. third book is a vindication of the rights of woman. thanks to that d20 boy. i've just started it. i have no opinions. what are you reading right now?
gardimus and i have started the icq revival. remember icq? the days of the uh oh, comic sans, and perpetual n/a status. bring it back! we already have one success story. another day.
it feels unnatural to end my journal update without a photo, so here, i present to you, my msn photo guy. now picture him throwing up two finger guns and saying eeehhhhhhhhhh. hot.
ps. i want to marry dusty. fuck. she's hot.
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Thank you for pronouncing "bruschetta" correctly!
I hate when the waiter nastily "corrects" me by repeating "bru-SSSHHHEta" as he writes down my order.
[Edited on Feb 21, 2005 4:13AM]