i had a dream two nights ago that deep (my ex-boyfriend) bought my mother a motorcycle for her birthday. i was pissed, bc it was originally my idea, but i chickened out last minute bc i was afraid she'd ditch us for the open road if i did. it was a nice little black suzuki, and she magically had leather riding pants in the back of her closet, ready to go.
i've realized that inertia sets in faster than i could've possibly imagined, and that people of all sorts find ways of feeling locked into their situations. and all of them, in the same sense that none of them are, are valid reasons.
my brother talks to me over im when we're in rooms right next door to each other. and the emoticons make more sense than in real life. read this. because my brother said so.
i'm tired of blinddateblog. it's funny as hell, but i can't keep up. is it ernie's full time job to read it?
deep (aforementioned ex) has finally realized that he and jamil (lanette's exboyfriend that he randomly met in sanfran -- small enough world yet?) are the exact same person. yeah for him.
i made whitney, max, and lanette watch cruel intentions last night. because trashy is good when you're tired and incapable of intelligent discussion. and that is the best trashy i've seen.
listen to this to know how i feel right now (assuming you care).
i spent friday night watching three giggling drunk boys impersonate fat old ladies in yahoochatrooms in a random office building in rosslyn. i wasn't babysitting.
now, i'm going to get back to cleaning my room (a neverending process, i'm convinced) and then i hope to end the night with ghost world, if our dvd player isn't still acting up. i'll let you know how it is.