I WANT ONE.

Done with the crazies! Yay! I went back there one last time to get my paycheck signed, and of course everyone was super nice, unlike when I actually worked there. Even the crazy receptionist lady, who once chewed my ear off for an hour about a corduroy pant suit she made in 7th grade, was really normal and friendly. People are so weird.

After that I literally wandered around the city. I wanted to shop but didn't like/couldn't afford any of the stores I saw (one day Burberry you will be mine..) So it goes.

My parents are coming on Thursday! Yay! Thursday they're staying at a Marriott for my dad's conference, and Friday they'll go to a dumpy Comfort Inn cuz it's close to me. Lolz.

I'm not very interesting. But this is.

fun fact of the day

GOP also stands for Global Orgasm for Peace.

Insert joke here.

Sorry for insulting your raspberry coffee Joshwah :-P

So, as what usually happens when I chew elements of my personal life over in my head, they've trickled into my writing. I wish it didn't work like this, but I have to get them out in order to write anything non-autobiographical. Otherwise, for some reason, I don't feel like I believe my own work.

Long story short, I'm finally writing something I feel good about, but I don't want to put it up here and incriminate certain parties (ooooh i sound detective-y). If you want to read it, drop me a line via email, AIM, whatever, otherwise I'll keep on keepin on in quiet.

i'm writing this at work fuck the system we're all getting free cars wahhhhhh!

OH MY GOD HE WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[insert mandatory yelling-at-you-to-vote-crap here!]

I love being called Temp as if it's my real name. It makes me want to call the other person Asshole.

I read that some people in San Francisco were stealing ballots that voted no on Proposition 8. Classic example of delusion. You make a big shit show about letting your voice be heard and then silence someone else's. How American.

Also, I think the concept of donating your facebook status does nothing productive. At this point, people know who they're voting for, where they're voting, and where they're getting their stupid free Krispy Kreme or Starbucks or Ben and Jerry's. If they don't, chances are they're not going to come to a glorious epiphany by looking at your profile. It's all a gimmick to make the masses feel special. Palahniuk's throwing up right now.

I can be a super cynic, but still got a cheesy, quiet little thrill after voting. Now I'm throwing up. At myself.

Highlights from the weekend:

-drank a bottle of wine in one night (with Heather. And a skinny bottle.)

-scared myself with my costume. I walk into a party where I know no one, and the first thing someone screams is "AND SPEAKING OF SARAH PALIN!"

-was *so* stupid at a bar last night. The Big Hunt, to be exact (say it three times fast). We talked about cocaine, awkward squirrels on fire, being drunk on a bus, and poking people in the ass with kabobs. Then I beat a guy in a drinking contest. Oh yes, you read it here first.

-met two people who live an hour away from Youngstown! That always weirds me out. No one's supposed to know where my hometown is. Then at the event I worked two weeks ago I met someone from the place where my brother goes to school. Is anyone in DC actually from DC?

-watched this thing on the 30 scariest movies of all time. There were some super freaky ones on there, like Scanners and Videodrome (woo hooooo exploding heads and TVs stuffed with intestines), but then there were ones that I didn't even think were bad at all.

Clockwork Orange was number 2? In between Saw and Hostel? But but.. it's not even a horror movie. And American Psycho?? Okay that's really violent, but not scary. Maybe I'm weird.


Did you know Katy Perry used to be a Christian singer? How do you go from one extreme to the other? I'm not critical, just curious.

Kbye!