warning.

today at lunch, while i was eating my 5 point weight watchers meal, i decided to also have a bag of cheetos. makes sense, no? anyway, as i'm eating the cheetos, i look on the front of the bag. know what it says? "dangerously cheesy". what the fuck does that mean?

please post your interpretations in the comments section. thank you in advance.

what happens in vegas....

...is prolly gonna get us arrested. but that's fine. i just got my ticket from the hot ups man. i can't wait! i can't believe me, b, mere, emilie, and becca will all be in the same place at the same time. and that that place is fucking vegas.

and then there's lynnja. dear, sweet, heroin poptart lynnja. oh, how i love thee. all i can say is...bring your movie camera. i feel some funny shit coming on for our time out there.

new strongbad email!

go check out "virus". right now. i'm still crying from laughing.

who made out like they were back at a high school dance this weekend?

what a lovely day...for me to kill someone.

i'm having one of those days. where i hate everyone. i can feel the tension building up in my jaw. or maybe that's just what happens when you bite on a pen so hard that you almost bite all the way thru it.

give me 15 more minutes and i'll have it in two pieces.

seriously though. i'm so full of angst right now. and i don't know why. i do know that i'm supposed to go see dave j. (one of my 8th grade boyfriends) in project/object tonight, but as of right now, there's no way i'm going out tonight. all i want is to spend about 2 hours at the gym, working this anger off, and then going home and eating soup. that's right, SOUP.

oh god. am i turning into a withered up, bitter, sex-starved old cat-lady? kill me.

why do you hate me?

for some reason, my blog has decided to stop updating how many comments are in each comment thingie. is this happening to anyone else? par example, ilya commented on my post about harold and maude, yet it says "comments (0)". i hate you, blogger.

on a different note, i had a very exciting thought on my way to work. lately, i've felt pretty dull. i really don't have any hobbies or anything i'm passionate about anymore. ahren asked me last night what i've been up to, and all i could say was "going to work. going to the gym (although not as much as i should). the occasional going to concerts." how effing pathetic.

so, this morning i was listening to "rift" on my way to work. i started focusing on uncle page's playing, and it made me so jealous that i can't play like that. then i thought, "of course i can't play like that. i haven't honestly played since i was in high school." so, i've decided that for christmas, i'm asking my parents for a nice keyboard. like, i need something that's basically a piano. i haven't had an actual idea for a christmas present from them in years, so this is very exciting for me. plus, now, i'm gonna be better than uncle page. huzzah.

wow. lot of action.

i finally took down the old poll and put up a new one. as for the last:

the lovable furry grover won! which is good, since he's my favorite. grover was followed closely by cookie monster, and then the count. and one of you voted for elmo. i wanna know who you are. right now. post a comment. fess up, you pussy.

i've killed myself approximately 15 times.

b and i had a lazy saturday. started with brunch at 1. then we went to the mall. then came home and did nothing. then i went over his place, picking up sesame chicken from super 88 on the way. then i found a vhs copy of "harold and maude" in his living room. i've been dying to see it, and he hadn't seen it either. so we watch. and laugh. and laugh. what a fantastic movie! it quickly jumped to near the top of my favorite movie list. watch this movie.