What the fuck?

It seems that everyone I went to high school with now listens to country music.

I was ostracised because I listened to country music in high school (there were other reasons, too, but that’s beside the point).

It’s amazing what you can find out via friendster.



*begin dorkiness* I just printed a paper prospectus that I had to write up for today. And, damn, it just looks so professional. As if I were a professor handing out a syllabus or something. *end dorkiness*

Please, continue with your lives. I just felt the need to share that moment of dorkiness.


That’s about all that’s going on right now. Nothing too exciting. School is the usual. Work is the usual and getting worse always.

But the boy comes back tomorrow–finally–after five weeks away. We all know what that means: I get to cook for him again…among other things. (Comments from the peanut gallery are welcome on that one.)