• Listening to: Lounge Act by Nirvana I hate: PMS, my tiny female doctor with multi-colored facial hair I love: dream translators and chapstick. Hey everyone. Just got home from a "shopping spree" on Central Avenue. Had to go pick up stuff for my brother for when he heads off to American University. Damn, those 3 hourse were pretty boring. So boring I had to resort to picking at the loose skin of the blisters on my left hand. By now, I have blisters of steel on my left hand. It freaks people out. I showed my friend one time. i said, feel your left hand's fingertips. She did. I said, feel my left hand's fingertips. She did. "Holy crap, what the hell is wrong with your hand?" I saw the fuckin' funniest wedding invitation when I got back: "Marriage is a great institution and until now, we weren't ready to be institutionalized..." Then another card with the adress and directions, etc. And then the next card says: "We swear we're not making this up." I bet you've never gotten an invite quite like that. And it had me thinking about my future-wedding, if i ever get married. Here's some ideas I've jotted down (you're all invited by the way, come and crash my wedding) --There will be a DJ, no live music because all of those bands are programmed just to play Sinatra and cheesy crap. --It's gonna be either a costume party or a PJ party. So bring a fluffy pillow. --Married at exactly 2:07. 27 is my favorite number, incase you didn't know. --Won't be that much dancing, cause I don't like to dance. --MENU: Macaroni and cheese Lucky Charms Rice Krispies Apple pie Spaghetti and meatballs Pudding Waffle Fries Chicken noodle soup Sounds good right? well, I might tweak it a bit. Nobody buy me a toaster or a fondu set. Peace, love, and waffle fries. Note to self: dad=biggest asshole on the planet.

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