psh...i like this subject
yeah...life here...really doesn't have a correct word association...i'm so freaking BLAH feeling right now. maybe its the combination of gouda (gouda is gooda) and baked doritoz swimming in my stomach...whatever. i just read jena's journal that said "i'm still half-seriously thinking about transfering". this is an illegal thought on her part. she can't transfer because then i would die. i'm a self-seeking toady in matters of the jena. anyways, i have 100+ pages to read of politics of fucking food so i must depart...more complaints later...fun fun fun