the only thing worse
than bad memories
is no memories at all..
[dismemberment plan]
4.09.2004
Beautiful, Beautiful Chyy-neez.
At 4:56 AM, right this moment, I've finally emerged from the cave I've been living in for the past few days/weeks.
Up until I finished some bullshit midterm earlier today, I had been badly in need of mass quantities of food, sleep, and most urgently, a shower. This has all been taken care of.
However, I realize, as I sit here, hunched over my laptop computer at 4:57 AM, that I have a few things to iron out on this godforesaken website. Mainly the archives and the... um, incompatibility of the layout on a few browsers. Nothing too important.
Nothing very interesting has happened, except at Duane Reade (New York's equivalent to New Jersey's CVS), while I stood in line at the cash register, clutching onto my bag of cotton balls, the security guard hovered over me, shaking a big plastic tube filled with Easter candy with a little battery powered fan spinning frantically on the end of it, saying over, and over, and over again,
"I like ma aigs SCRAMMELED!
I like ma aigs SCRAMMELED!
I like ma aigs SCRAMMELED!"
which I eventually realized meant "I like my eggs scrambled."
Also, my wonderful friend Phyllis got me a tiny red Hello Kitty umbrella that I love with almost all of my being, ("almost," due to the fact that a small fraction of my being has been reserved for loving Phyllis, not encompassing the tiny red Hello Kitty umbrella).
That is all.
Thank goodness the weekend is almost here.
I think I almost didn't make it.
[Peek-a-Foo]