2001-04-10

1:11 p.m.

slapstick. hi ho.

So it seems that now, you can find my journal by using a search engine and entering the words: "she has to poop". The reason I know this is because I looked on my counter at the referral pages. What sort of demented person was searching for pages with the words "she has to poop"?! I'm intruiged by that so mr. shehastopoop, if you still read this, please by all means drop me an email or sign my guestbook. I would love to know what you were doing searching for pages that contain the words "she has to poop." (god, i could say that all day)

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In other news, I finally updated my home page. If you go to 'glory', you can see a bit about whats going on with me (likes, dislikes, all the crap you didn't come here to see). I also wrote two more short stories in the last few days so they will be appearing shortly under 'chatter'. I'm sure you all care so much... (moving on..)

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and to you, sir, quoting Refused is very hip these days... its on this semi-permanent rotation on my record player... and I can't seem to take it off. God help us all...

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Kristen will be here on Friday. My best friend. My best friend will be here for the weekend and we will go out and celebrate and share good times again. I have written about her so many times in my journal that i do not need to ellaborate any more than I already have about what she means to me... As Vonnegut said, "when we put our heads together, we were one whole genius that could not be touched". thats her... my other half.

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I get to see Fugazi Thursday night... and you don't. neener neener.

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