whinefest 2002! woo!
brandy said a while ago that this whole livejournal bit really just amounts to a momentary cure for boredom/loneliness/etc. i heard and continue to hear you loud and clear on that one. does it work? ehh. but what really doesn't work... the quizzes. every time i expect some sort of fulfillment from knowing what breakfast food defines me...what some amateur quizmaker thinks i would be if i were thrown into a molly ringwald picture. i am ferris beuller. i am angela from my so-called life. i am bikini kill. i am a miss piggy pez dispenser. it's easter today...that whole rebirth bit... church sucked a bit except for the concentration of impossibly cute kids. there was this family where the four children, boys and girls, looked exactly the same with this strawberry hair and lamb-like face...amid the screaming babies and bad choral arrangements they just sorta stood there anticipating which of them would need their bottle, which would be scared by the big usher, which would drop the lip smackers' from her disproportionate purse: protecting eachother. have you ever been really restless but with random bouts of narcolepsy? just the system trying to calm itself? keep itself from thinking of the same damn thing all the time? i am thom yorke. i am siamese dream. however i, like my fellow quiz/livejournal/mp3 junkies, am still sitting in front of my computer doing something a lot like moping. wahh. somebody hold us. no, really. i need a hug.