The Wee Democracy

I DON'T GET SICK!

it usually takes about three days after first coming down with impairing symptoms for me to admit getting sick. i see it as a sign of weakness, and given that i have a plethora of those already, i don't like adding fuel to the fire.

it probably stems from constantly being told i wasn't sick in my youth, whether it was by my mom who constantly suspected i was trying to get out of school (and she was right about half the time) or by Mrs. B-stands-for-you-know-what, the sometime school nurse at my elementary school who thought ALL kids ALL the time simply wanted to go home, even if you had a 102 temperature and were vomiting all over the superfriends bedsheets.

anyways, i like to tell people that i don't get sick -- i'm strong in mind. but it's not true. i get sick. i'm sick right now and i'm in a pissy mood because of it. i hate it when allergies get so bad that they screw up the rest of your health and finally devolve into a cold. damn histamines.

hey, friendster finally does its job

some 6 or 7 months after i was invited to join friendster by tessa, i finally made a friend that i didn't already have. friendster, if you ask me, is kinda bunk. i mean the halfway cool people you see on there that make jokes that are actually funny, have good taste in movies or music, are the ones that are usually "just here to help" or "in a relationship". bastards!

anyways, it's cool. though we've different political ideologies, elizabeth and i, i am willing to overlook that fault simply for the fact that my ego has been stroked regarding ye olde blogg. i love it when people write in (and there's not that many of you) and tell me that something i wrote appeals to you so much that you were...um, compelled to write back? anyways. i'm hip.

i'm watching boogie nights right now, and if you haven't seen it, see it. i mean, what other movie is there where "honeytits" is not only a compliment but one of those sweet nothings whispered into your lover's ear before bed. brilliant. that and the "you got the touch" remix.



feeling: weakened, like samson, though my hair is getting longer
thinking of: what's for lunch?
song of the day: friday i'm in love - the cure (in honor of new friend elizabeth)
monday you could hold your head, tuesday, wednesday stay in bed, thursday watch the world instead, it's friday i'm in love