thirtyseven

as a result of not stepping outside of my apartment today, i am super pissypants right now. there is nowhere to really sit comfortably here, so i've been in bed all day, mostly without a computer. i've read half a book, watched too many movies and eaten too many bowls of cereal. now i finally have power for my computer (5 days late) and i'm tired of the internet already. i can do my basic, top tier internet thing in about 2 minutes:

gmail -> sg -> lj -> myspace -> hotmail -> news

all neatly arranged on the bookmarks bar.

if i have another two minutes, i can hit:

a little more news -> pinkisthenewblog

third tier, 3 more minutes:

gawker -> stereogum -> ultragrrl -> gothamist -> pitchfork

sometimes when i'm bored and down, i think i should start trouble by telling people what i really think of them. except this is almost always a positive thing as i end up sending loverly handwritten letters or myspace comments. i'm down, but you don't have to be. hearts.

except right now i want to be like "this is why i hate you a little bit".

i do not want to drink or go out or do coke off tits. i want to go to my job that offers health insurance every day and come home to my baby daddy. i want us to eat in, not out.

i do not want to go to forever 21 (i did, no more). i want to be monochromatic so i don't have to think about what i'm wearing.

i do not want to go to a pre-party, party or after-party. i want a bedtime and breakfast.

[ps - new pics]