I want to write more, preferably in blog format (because I type faster than I write) but I hate how CONNECTED everything is. For example, after a few minutes of searching for the right button to click, I finally was able to get to a blank box in which I can compose a new entry - BUT Blogger or Google or Bloogle or whatthefuckever felt it CRUCIAL to inform me that I can also utilize my (recently defunct because I never fucking use it) GOOGLE PLUS ACCOUNT to TAG MY FRIENDS in my post. How can I sufficiently emphasize how little I give a shit about this? Basically the internet needs to calm the fuck down. It's creepy and invasive and I do not understand the benefit of linking every single thing I do, webpage I visit, or item I purchase to my Facebook and/or Gmail account. Leave me alone aaaaargh

just sayin

chicago has NOTHING on new york. i can't believe i have only been here for two weeks. i really don't want to leave.

state of the world

after i read the newspaper i usually want a couple drinks.

fuck ohio

my breath smells like cheese. this is good news for me because it means i just ate some cheese. this is bad news for everyone else because it means that my breath smells.

i haven't vacuumed yet and it's making me nervous. i get nervous sometimes when i don't vacuum. fuck carpet. and ohio, i really dislike ohio. but i dislike indiana even more. i'm going to write a message in a bottle and throw it in lake michigan. we'll see what happens.

but first! i will camp and make s'mores. :D

piss

oh. and.

last night, when i returned from work, i was on the elevator with an indian guy.
"are you an indian?" he asked me.

"i'm a lesbian," i responded.

Sudden Valley vs. Paradise Gardens

Premarital relations

"When I'm alone sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and stick my stomach out and pretend I'm pregnant." - K. R. Davis

Last night I managed to lose my last contact lens for my right eye. After acknowledging the reality that contacts are neither cheap nor readily-available (like cigarettes or tampons), I made an order from 1800CONTACTS. Hope that works in my favor because nothing is more frustrating to me than being stuck wearing my eyeglasses when the sun is beating down on my face.

But the real news here is--well I'm not going to say. Yeah it's a secret. And don't ask because this is something I enjoy keeping to myself. Great weekend, I'm failing school.