2007...

already whack like a sharkattack! Barack (take a moment to bask in my rhythmic transition, my babies) is still being coy about running, Mama Natty- nature for the haters- is totally going through some mens related shit-66 degrees right now/hotflashes?, and I'm still-relatively-jobless. I've been telling myself it's been giving me time to prioritize and do stuff I've wanted to do for a long time? But mainly all I've been doing is buying LSAT books, putting things on them like remotes, coffee cups, etc.all., attempting to delete my facebook account (and failing after being repeatedly sidetracked by people from high school and reveling, for hours, in their fat mediocrity) and trying to figure out if I generally agree or disagree with NYMagazine's approval matrix in any given issue. For example, if I think that Identity is ultradumb, then do I agree by default that Philip Glass's score in Notes on a Scandal was in fact overbearing? It's like a if A=B and B=C then does A=I am so impressionable I need to know what your doing right now so I can do it... thing.

But, don't cry for me Argentina! It's not all bad. I could be working at the Sunglass Hut. Wait, does anyone know anyone who could get me a job working at the Sunglass Hut?

possibly thanksgiving meal side dish I should make at haley's house:

"Pillaged-your-land-and-raped-your-women wild rice" (the brown and white grain, I feel will serve as a sort of fun visual metaphor, which I will elaborate on upon serving)

And Haley's will be, "A-fucking-casino-doesn't-erase-what-you-did-to-us cranberry sauce"...

the beginning...

Even though I am very much of the school that believes all bloggers are a) total narcissists/egoists, b) people with nothing interesting to say and/or c) wholly dissatisfied with one or more of the following: their job, friends or life, I have decided to start one.

Onwards and upwards fuckers!