Today is my twenty-first birthday. Still straightedge, by the way.
Holy fucking shit, Blink-182 announced that they're reforming at the Grammy's! Fuck any of you who think they're too cool to find that awesome. I grew up on them and to this day still love them and listen to them regularly, so this is monumental in my eyes. Fuck off if you think otherwise. Let's just hope they don't cater to the hardcore scene the way that New Found Glory has been.
Oh, by the way.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIANCA, WHO HAS THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS I DO!
For the last week or two, there's been a dirty towel sitting over the back of one my kitchen chairs. I used it to clean up some spilled water at one point. I just walked out to go into my living room a few minutes ago, no more than five minutes after walking out into the kitchen, and I see Mayor Hulett laying on top of the towel, which is now in the center of the kitchen floor, perfectly unfolded and spread out for him. My cats are truly amazing. Today's my twenty-first birthday and I have mixed feelings about it. I'm excited merely just because I'll be treated like a member of the family for one out of the three times a year that it happens, and that's always exciting. But after fully realizing just how quickly the past ten years have gone by, I feel like turning thirty is just a few months away. And it honestly scares me a little. I'm really proud that I'm still edge. Most people don't make it to this age without breaking. And I think I'm on the right track, no matter how socially unacceptable and unrecognized this track may be to everyone else. I finally know what I'm doing and where I wanna go, to an extent, without stripping life of its excitement and knack for surprise. I woke up several times this morning and eventually just became comfortable with the car alarm that went off for an hour straight out in the parking lot. I hope I can get through this journal entry without my computer freezing. I can't multitask at all without it completely freezing in under three minutes, forcing me to restart it. I had to bring my iPod radio in here because I can't seem to have more than one program running at once if I want to use my computer. It's funny how gradually worse this thing has gotten since Anime Tom touched it, but I don't blame him. I think this thing is simply on the verge of self-destruct. I have no idea why I haven't updated in, like, five days.
Thursday, I was at Big Guys from 10-3. I got into my second heated argument with Russo of the week. I had cashed someone out upfront and Russo tried to accuse me of trying to rob money from the shop. I tried to explain what had happened, which I had a very reasonable explanation that I won't detail here because it's boring and pointless to, but he refused to be wrong and I told him to suck my dick, because I was insulted that I was 1.) being accused of not knowing what I'm doing, as always, by him because he thinks he's the Albert Einstein of pizzerias and 2.) being accused of stealing from them, when I'm there voluntarily specifically to help them and my friends out. So he went into another one of his, "Dave, you can't talk to me like that, I'm your boss," rants. And I told him, "Russo, I know you've been waiting like ten years for this, but that doesn't give you the right to talk down to me!" I actually had to attempt that sentence several times, since he continuously yelled over me like a child, repeating, "No, that's it. You're done. Go home, go home, go home, go home!" Over and over again. I told him I wasn't going home and that I was instead going to continue grating cheese. But he got closer to me, repeating, "Go home, go home, go home!" Brandon, as usual, had to act as referee and get between us. I nonchalantly continued what I was doing while Russo got louder and louder. I said to him, "Russo, you're not the only owner! Brandon, do I have to go home?" and Brandon said no, of course. But then Russo exclaimed, "No, Brandon, you have no say in this! Dave, go home!" Brandon took him out back and gave him a talkin' to, then took me out front and basically told me that Russo is a child and we all must cater to it, or in some manner accept it, even though he's one third owner of a business that everyone takes more seriously than he does and he's in his mid-twenties, but smokes pot and is, in all respect, a total idiot. The rest of the day went by fine, spared of any awkwardness, since this has become so commonplace. Everyone gets into a fight with Russo. And then when it's done, it's done, until it happens again (which it almost definitely will, because everyone there is basically tolerating Russo and eventually reaches their breaking point with him at one point or another). After that, I called Yoda and we made plans to go to Crossgates with Brianna and Little David to see a movie. Brianna offered to drive and I sat online until they showed up. We got to Crossgates and got our tickets to The Uninvited. Yoda and I chose this, with no other motivation than the fact that Emily Browning is incredibly attractive. Plus, seeing corny horror movies is usually pretty fun. We went to Johnny Rockets and got garden burgers, while some girl with a humongous chin kept glaring at me. The Uninvited was fucking horrible. Like, I went in with low expectations, but this movie was total shit. It surprised me with how stupid it was. Sure, Emily Browning was pretty entertaining, because she's delicious in every aspect, but there were brief moments when I was taken over by how lame and corny and over-the-top the movie itself was. Plus, it just had to end with the same ol' fucking 'the killer is really you' plot twist. We've had to see it over and over and over and over again ever since Fight Club. And I don't care if that was technically a spoiler, because no one should go see this movie anyways, unless it's to spank it to Emily Browning's petite masterpiece of a body and face. After, Yoda and I played three games of air hockey. I won, best out of three, and then complained about there not being enough air on the table and got a dollar back, because I'm an asshole. Then we all went back to my house, sans Brianna who is a party pooper, and hung around. I fell asleep around 1 and Yoda and David were up literally all night, doing whatever it is that they do on the Internet, presumably just looking at the same freight graffiti on 12ozProphet for hours on end and refreshing their MySpace pages.
Friday, I woke up in the morning. I was finally getting my Digital Cable turned back on. Since I had to be at Big Guys by 9, I had Yoda stay over night to give them the money order and sign stuff. But they showed up at 8:20 anyways and I was able to take care of it. They took twenty minutes and all was set. Time Warner robbed me of $275 in total and left me with a bank balance of 21$cent;. It was depressing to give them that much money for their below-par services that I could get 50% cheaper if my apartments were allowed to have satellite dishes installed. Yoda and David hitched a ride with us and I got dropped off a half hour late, which ultimately didn't matter because Russo was a half hour late anyways. I was there until 3 and the day went by fast. After that, I had to take care of some things. That morning, I was finally going to drop off my money order for this month's rent at the office. I had been putting it off since I don't wanna face those women until the 11th. But that morning, I spent a half hour tearing the house apart looking for it and it was just gone. A money order for $210 was gone, outta nowhere. I had the receipt to it ripped off and everything, but the money order itself was absolutely gone. I freaked out, but tried to ignore it and hope for the best. But when I came back home, I still couldn't find it. And when I went to Price Chopper to see if they could help me, they couldn't. And when I called Western Union to find out how to cancel a money order and get a refund, it told me I had to fill something out on the opposite side of the receipt and send it out with $15, then wait thirty days for the refund, which would still leave me with no rent payment. How convenient something like this happens right now. I was pretty pissed, but I assumed I'd make money somehow, because I'm usually pretty resourceful. I figured I'd use whatever birthday money I got, if need be. Tara came over and we hung around. I was really tired and she was really sick, so it worked out and we combined our laziness. At 6:30, we left for Albany to see Louis CK at The Egg. I was so excited, because this bald man gets funnier every time I see him. We got there around 7 and tried to find out way to the box office, since I had my tickets on call. The hall was filled with stands for a buncha products you'd usually see on latenight infomercials. ShamWOW had a stand, so we went and looked at it, since I was certain they didn't work. But this guy demonstrated the whole carpet/soda thing right before our eyes. Then he started boasting these crazy deals. Tara and I wanted to spend the $22 so bad, but knew we shouldn't. But then he offered two full orders for the price of one and we were sucked in. A nice old couple watching right next to us asked if we wanted to split it, so we did, $11 each. It was awesome. Then we got onto the elevator and waited for them to let people into the show. Surprisingly, even though I ordered my tickets four days before they were sold out, we got third row in the pit. We asked around and I guess they didn't let the front row tickets out until a few days before the show, after The Edge gave a bunch away over their radio station. And I was lucky enough to be one of the people to wait until the last minute enough to get amazing seats, right in front of the stage. We sat and looked around at all the yuppies saying hi to each other. Todd Barry opened, just like last year, and Tara was all excited because he was the guy who played bongos in that one episode of Flight of the Conchords. He was hilarious. He only told one joke I heard last year. And he picked on one of the guys in a tie upfront so hard that I was crying at one point. Then Louis CK got on and destroyed my eyes, gut, and head for almost two hours. All new material, all fucking pissed off and hilarious. He complained about being single at age forty-one and how technology has made us as people selfish, impatient pieces of shit. It was amazing. He is, hands down, the funniest person in America. Tara was laughing so hard, at one point, she needed to use her inhaler. By the time it was over, our faces hurt from laughing and smiling so hard. After that, we went to Bombers and ate food. Some random guy asked me my name and said I looked familiar, but was really nice about it. He then introduced himself and said, "There. Next time, we actually will be familiar." It was creepily kind of him. We went back to my house, had awesome sex, and fell asleep together. We tried watching TV, but because I have Time Warner Digital Cable, the channels kept skipping and breaking apart every five minutes and the OnDemand channels were all out of service. Cool, fucking asshole cable company criminals.
Saturday, I was at Big Guys from 10-2. Tars's iPhone alarm didn't go off, so I didn't wake up until my grandmother was honking her loud horn outside. I got ready in under two minutes and was out the door. I told Tara she could sleep in, because I wanted her there when I came home. Mangie was working and I honestly enjoy having her around while I'm there. It was a fun day at Big Guys and I mostly prepped pizzas, two of which were for Bianca's birthday party. I didn't follow through with any of the plans I had for Saturday and I feel really bad for it now, in retrospect. I was supposed to go to Bianca's little birthday party, but decided against it last minute because I wanted to be with Tara. Plus, I knew her party would include Juggalos and sixteen-year-olds, both of which I want to avoid. I still feel bad, though. She's a nice girl. I was also supposed to go to Samm's band's first show, but didn't do that either. Katt told me she wouldn't be there, and she was honestly 75% of the reason I wanted to go, because she's awesome and I wanted someone to feel alienated with while Samm was playing, since we'd be surrounded by up-the-punx douchebags, like Ron and Sean Joyce. I asked Yoda if he'd go and he said yes. But then we were reminded that he didn't have ID to get in and that he couldn't take the bus because there's a warrant out for his arrest. So I didn't go and instead spent the evening with Tara. We took a really awesome nap together on the living room couch and when we woke up, we went out to eat at Ichiban for dinner. She got orange spice tofu and I got sesame tofu. It was really good and she paid for it all. Then, since we were across the street from Crossgates Mall, we decided to go to the movies. We went and saw He's Just Not That Into You. We got in a few minutes late, so we had to get seats right up front. The movie was really cute and brutally honest. Every male and female, with the exception of Drew Barrymore, was beautiful. Like, this cast was probably the prettiest cast of any film of the past year. The ending was very realistic and offered hope and a surprisingly good perspective to relationships, whether they continue or wind up ending. We both liked it a lot. After that, we swung by Wal*Mart and I bought myself Nick and Norah and Zack and Miri on DVD, for my birthday. I didn't really have the money to do so, but fuck it. I was supposed to go to Yoda's for the night, but didn't, because I'm a huge jerk who didn't follow through with any of his plans for the entire day. When we got back to nmy house, we laid down, had awesome sex, and went to sleep. I like sleeping with Tara. She's comfy.
Sunday, Tara left somewhat early in the morning, per her mom's request. I sat around online, repeatedly restarting it since it was being a total asshole. I downloaded a lot of old hip-hop, which I've had a strange desire for all week. Some older DMX, some older Jay-Z, some Big Pun. Oh, and Boston's self-titled album (which is not hip-hop at all, but still worth noting). Kara came over at 3 and we spent the evening together, not really doing anything at all. We tried to watch TV, to no avail since Time Warner is a trash service. I made us some organic wheat spaghetti, then we went out with my grandmother so I could go grocery shopping for an hour. I held her a lot when we got home, because she smells good and is warm and cuddly. I'm not very sure how we passed the time until 9, but we did. After she left, I tried to sit online, but this computer just wasn't allowing it, so I stopped and watched Sleepwalking, another heartbreakingly real story about a neglected daughter whose mom leaves them and winds up running away from foster care with her uncle. I liked it a lot, but it made me really sad. I tried to watch another movie, but by 2AM, I was really tired and gave up. I slept pretty well, other than getting phone calls from my mother, grandmother, and Trevor, to wish me a happy birthday. I went out with my grandmother to my aunt's house and my aunt gave me $100, which will immediately go toward my rent, unfortunately. I have a get-together with my direct family tonight at 5. My mom's picking me up at 4. I honestly can't wait. I like hanging out with my family sometimes. I enjoy the large gaps in between the days that we do. They make every time more special, I suppose. Plus, my mom made me a vegan cake and has vegan ice cream for me. We're all going out to Little Anthony's tonight for pizza. Tara's on her way right now with my present. I wonder what she got me. It's strange how close we got so fast. Hm.
Burgundy (or, in all fairness, someone who attends St. Lawrence University in Canton), checks my MySpace, every... single... day, according to my new IP tracer. I wish I knew why. It deeply disturbs me.
Sorry there's no pictures in this post and just words. :/
Don't be afraid to wish me a happy birthday, 'kay?
Oh, by the way.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIANCA, WHO HAS THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS I DO!
For the last week or two, there's been a dirty towel sitting over the back of one my kitchen chairs. I used it to clean up some spilled water at one point. I just walked out to go into my living room a few minutes ago, no more than five minutes after walking out into the kitchen, and I see Mayor Hulett laying on top of the towel, which is now in the center of the kitchen floor, perfectly unfolded and spread out for him. My cats are truly amazing. Today's my twenty-first birthday and I have mixed feelings about it. I'm excited merely just because I'll be treated like a member of the family for one out of the three times a year that it happens, and that's always exciting. But after fully realizing just how quickly the past ten years have gone by, I feel like turning thirty is just a few months away. And it honestly scares me a little. I'm really proud that I'm still edge. Most people don't make it to this age without breaking. And I think I'm on the right track, no matter how socially unacceptable and unrecognized this track may be to everyone else. I finally know what I'm doing and where I wanna go, to an extent, without stripping life of its excitement and knack for surprise. I woke up several times this morning and eventually just became comfortable with the car alarm that went off for an hour straight out in the parking lot. I hope I can get through this journal entry without my computer freezing. I can't multitask at all without it completely freezing in under three minutes, forcing me to restart it. I had to bring my iPod radio in here because I can't seem to have more than one program running at once if I want to use my computer. It's funny how gradually worse this thing has gotten since Anime Tom touched it, but I don't blame him. I think this thing is simply on the verge of self-destruct. I have no idea why I haven't updated in, like, five days.
Thursday, I was at Big Guys from 10-3. I got into my second heated argument with Russo of the week. I had cashed someone out upfront and Russo tried to accuse me of trying to rob money from the shop. I tried to explain what had happened, which I had a very reasonable explanation that I won't detail here because it's boring and pointless to, but he refused to be wrong and I told him to suck my dick, because I was insulted that I was 1.) being accused of not knowing what I'm doing, as always, by him because he thinks he's the Albert Einstein of pizzerias and 2.) being accused of stealing from them, when I'm there voluntarily specifically to help them and my friends out. So he went into another one of his, "Dave, you can't talk to me like that, I'm your boss," rants. And I told him, "Russo, I know you've been waiting like ten years for this, but that doesn't give you the right to talk down to me!" I actually had to attempt that sentence several times, since he continuously yelled over me like a child, repeating, "No, that's it. You're done. Go home, go home, go home, go home!" Over and over again. I told him I wasn't going home and that I was instead going to continue grating cheese. But he got closer to me, repeating, "Go home, go home, go home!" Brandon, as usual, had to act as referee and get between us. I nonchalantly continued what I was doing while Russo got louder and louder. I said to him, "Russo, you're not the only owner! Brandon, do I have to go home?" and Brandon said no, of course. But then Russo exclaimed, "No, Brandon, you have no say in this! Dave, go home!" Brandon took him out back and gave him a talkin' to, then took me out front and basically told me that Russo is a child and we all must cater to it, or in some manner accept it, even though he's one third owner of a business that everyone takes more seriously than he does and he's in his mid-twenties, but smokes pot and is, in all respect, a total idiot. The rest of the day went by fine, spared of any awkwardness, since this has become so commonplace. Everyone gets into a fight with Russo. And then when it's done, it's done, until it happens again (which it almost definitely will, because everyone there is basically tolerating Russo and eventually reaches their breaking point with him at one point or another). After that, I called Yoda and we made plans to go to Crossgates with Brianna and Little David to see a movie. Brianna offered to drive and I sat online until they showed up. We got to Crossgates and got our tickets to The Uninvited. Yoda and I chose this, with no other motivation than the fact that Emily Browning is incredibly attractive. Plus, seeing corny horror movies is usually pretty fun. We went to Johnny Rockets and got garden burgers, while some girl with a humongous chin kept glaring at me. The Uninvited was fucking horrible. Like, I went in with low expectations, but this movie was total shit. It surprised me with how stupid it was. Sure, Emily Browning was pretty entertaining, because she's delicious in every aspect, but there were brief moments when I was taken over by how lame and corny and over-the-top the movie itself was. Plus, it just had to end with the same ol' fucking 'the killer is really you' plot twist. We've had to see it over and over and over and over again ever since Fight Club. And I don't care if that was technically a spoiler, because no one should go see this movie anyways, unless it's to spank it to Emily Browning's petite masterpiece of a body and face. After, Yoda and I played three games of air hockey. I won, best out of three, and then complained about there not being enough air on the table and got a dollar back, because I'm an asshole. Then we all went back to my house, sans Brianna who is a party pooper, and hung around. I fell asleep around 1 and Yoda and David were up literally all night, doing whatever it is that they do on the Internet, presumably just looking at the same freight graffiti on 12ozProphet for hours on end and refreshing their MySpace pages.
Friday, I woke up in the morning. I was finally getting my Digital Cable turned back on. Since I had to be at Big Guys by 9, I had Yoda stay over night to give them the money order and sign stuff. But they showed up at 8:20 anyways and I was able to take care of it. They took twenty minutes and all was set. Time Warner robbed me of $275 in total and left me with a bank balance of 21$cent;. It was depressing to give them that much money for their below-par services that I could get 50% cheaper if my apartments were allowed to have satellite dishes installed. Yoda and David hitched a ride with us and I got dropped off a half hour late, which ultimately didn't matter because Russo was a half hour late anyways. I was there until 3 and the day went by fast. After that, I had to take care of some things. That morning, I was finally going to drop off my money order for this month's rent at the office. I had been putting it off since I don't wanna face those women until the 11th. But that morning, I spent a half hour tearing the house apart looking for it and it was just gone. A money order for $210 was gone, outta nowhere. I had the receipt to it ripped off and everything, but the money order itself was absolutely gone. I freaked out, but tried to ignore it and hope for the best. But when I came back home, I still couldn't find it. And when I went to Price Chopper to see if they could help me, they couldn't. And when I called Western Union to find out how to cancel a money order and get a refund, it told me I had to fill something out on the opposite side of the receipt and send it out with $15, then wait thirty days for the refund, which would still leave me with no rent payment. How convenient something like this happens right now. I was pretty pissed, but I assumed I'd make money somehow, because I'm usually pretty resourceful. I figured I'd use whatever birthday money I got, if need be. Tara came over and we hung around. I was really tired and she was really sick, so it worked out and we combined our laziness. At 6:30, we left for Albany to see Louis CK at The Egg. I was so excited, because this bald man gets funnier every time I see him. We got there around 7 and tried to find out way to the box office, since I had my tickets on call. The hall was filled with stands for a buncha products you'd usually see on latenight infomercials. ShamWOW had a stand, so we went and looked at it, since I was certain they didn't work. But this guy demonstrated the whole carpet/soda thing right before our eyes. Then he started boasting these crazy deals. Tara and I wanted to spend the $22 so bad, but knew we shouldn't. But then he offered two full orders for the price of one and we were sucked in. A nice old couple watching right next to us asked if we wanted to split it, so we did, $11 each. It was awesome. Then we got onto the elevator and waited for them to let people into the show. Surprisingly, even though I ordered my tickets four days before they were sold out, we got third row in the pit. We asked around and I guess they didn't let the front row tickets out until a few days before the show, after The Edge gave a bunch away over their radio station. And I was lucky enough to be one of the people to wait until the last minute enough to get amazing seats, right in front of the stage. We sat and looked around at all the yuppies saying hi to each other. Todd Barry opened, just like last year, and Tara was all excited because he was the guy who played bongos in that one episode of Flight of the Conchords. He was hilarious. He only told one joke I heard last year. And he picked on one of the guys in a tie upfront so hard that I was crying at one point. Then Louis CK got on and destroyed my eyes, gut, and head for almost two hours. All new material, all fucking pissed off and hilarious. He complained about being single at age forty-one and how technology has made us as people selfish, impatient pieces of shit. It was amazing. He is, hands down, the funniest person in America. Tara was laughing so hard, at one point, she needed to use her inhaler. By the time it was over, our faces hurt from laughing and smiling so hard. After that, we went to Bombers and ate food. Some random guy asked me my name and said I looked familiar, but was really nice about it. He then introduced himself and said, "There. Next time, we actually will be familiar." It was creepily kind of him. We went back to my house, had awesome sex, and fell asleep together. We tried watching TV, but because I have Time Warner Digital Cable, the channels kept skipping and breaking apart every five minutes and the OnDemand channels were all out of service. Cool, fucking asshole cable company criminals.
Saturday, I was at Big Guys from 10-2. Tars's iPhone alarm didn't go off, so I didn't wake up until my grandmother was honking her loud horn outside. I got ready in under two minutes and was out the door. I told Tara she could sleep in, because I wanted her there when I came home. Mangie was working and I honestly enjoy having her around while I'm there. It was a fun day at Big Guys and I mostly prepped pizzas, two of which were for Bianca's birthday party. I didn't follow through with any of the plans I had for Saturday and I feel really bad for it now, in retrospect. I was supposed to go to Bianca's little birthday party, but decided against it last minute because I wanted to be with Tara. Plus, I knew her party would include Juggalos and sixteen-year-olds, both of which I want to avoid. I still feel bad, though. She's a nice girl. I was also supposed to go to Samm's band's first show, but didn't do that either. Katt told me she wouldn't be there, and she was honestly 75% of the reason I wanted to go, because she's awesome and I wanted someone to feel alienated with while Samm was playing, since we'd be surrounded by up-the-punx douchebags, like Ron and Sean Joyce. I asked Yoda if he'd go and he said yes. But then we were reminded that he didn't have ID to get in and that he couldn't take the bus because there's a warrant out for his arrest. So I didn't go and instead spent the evening with Tara. We took a really awesome nap together on the living room couch and when we woke up, we went out to eat at Ichiban for dinner. She got orange spice tofu and I got sesame tofu. It was really good and she paid for it all. Then, since we were across the street from Crossgates Mall, we decided to go to the movies. We went and saw He's Just Not That Into You. We got in a few minutes late, so we had to get seats right up front. The movie was really cute and brutally honest. Every male and female, with the exception of Drew Barrymore, was beautiful. Like, this cast was probably the prettiest cast of any film of the past year. The ending was very realistic and offered hope and a surprisingly good perspective to relationships, whether they continue or wind up ending. We both liked it a lot. After that, we swung by Wal*Mart and I bought myself Nick and Norah and Zack and Miri on DVD, for my birthday. I didn't really have the money to do so, but fuck it. I was supposed to go to Yoda's for the night, but didn't, because I'm a huge jerk who didn't follow through with any of his plans for the entire day. When we got back to nmy house, we laid down, had awesome sex, and went to sleep. I like sleeping with Tara. She's comfy.
Sunday, Tara left somewhat early in the morning, per her mom's request. I sat around online, repeatedly restarting it since it was being a total asshole. I downloaded a lot of old hip-hop, which I've had a strange desire for all week. Some older DMX, some older Jay-Z, some Big Pun. Oh, and Boston's self-titled album (which is not hip-hop at all, but still worth noting). Kara came over at 3 and we spent the evening together, not really doing anything at all. We tried to watch TV, to no avail since Time Warner is a trash service. I made us some organic wheat spaghetti, then we went out with my grandmother so I could go grocery shopping for an hour. I held her a lot when we got home, because she smells good and is warm and cuddly. I'm not very sure how we passed the time until 9, but we did. After she left, I tried to sit online, but this computer just wasn't allowing it, so I stopped and watched Sleepwalking, another heartbreakingly real story about a neglected daughter whose mom leaves them and winds up running away from foster care with her uncle. I liked it a lot, but it made me really sad. I tried to watch another movie, but by 2AM, I was really tired and gave up. I slept pretty well, other than getting phone calls from my mother, grandmother, and Trevor, to wish me a happy birthday. I went out with my grandmother to my aunt's house and my aunt gave me $100, which will immediately go toward my rent, unfortunately. I have a get-together with my direct family tonight at 5. My mom's picking me up at 4. I honestly can't wait. I like hanging out with my family sometimes. I enjoy the large gaps in between the days that we do. They make every time more special, I suppose. Plus, my mom made me a vegan cake and has vegan ice cream for me. We're all going out to Little Anthony's tonight for pizza. Tara's on her way right now with my present. I wonder what she got me. It's strange how close we got so fast. Hm.
Burgundy (or, in all fairness, someone who attends St. Lawrence University in Canton), checks my MySpace, every... single... day, according to my new IP tracer. I wish I knew why. It deeply disturbs me.
Sorry there's no pictures in this post and just words. :/
Don't be afraid to wish me a happy birthday, 'kay?