Wednesday, February 15, 2006
It’s sad that the allure of M-E-T-H-O-D Man can’t be an excuse for the remainder of the week. Sadly my dear friends, I am in a deep dark place where Adobe documents eat up my time and crash my precious hard drive and where I am unable to decide between this necklace and this necklace. Nevermind, I’ve chosen the latter. Compound all of this with the PMS that is the equivalent of sipping on gallons of haterade; and that there is me. My Valentine’s Day resolution-is there such a thing? If not, then I have created something new and wonderful not involving roses and baby’s breath-is to write in actual paragraph form and to contribute more. What I am contributing is for me to know and for you to find out. And having recently discovered the joy-perhaps sorrow, due to increasing procrastination problems-of Google chat, I can now incessantly harass fellow bloggers. Lucky mother fuckers. Speaking of which, my father has recently discovered Google. And subsequently put my name in and found this lovely bit here. But through this, I discovered not only do we share the same favorite movie and giving the finger, but also an intense love of Yellow Tail. Thus further proof that Garrett has been lying when telling me that I’m adopted.