Three Years of Unequivicol Online Bitching
current mood: getting there
current song: "Tymps" - Fiona Apple
It'd be wrong not to say something on the Livejournal's anniversary.
Things are ... progressing, but in a sort of ... I dunno, meaningless way. I signed the lease to my apartment tonight, which is awesome. Brooklyn ... finally. I officially move in on Saturday, unless of course God decides to fuck with me again. He's so mean to me. I should pray for Mom to slap him. She would too. Or at least fuck up the Virgin Mary. There's no way you can throw down if you've never fucked. That has to be crossing a line.
I'm going to attend an info session for the Terry Schreiber Acting School next Monday, on the advice of a bartender. A cute bartender. They're the new prophets, or so I read in the Village Voice.
I've never read the Village Voice.
Work is ... the same. It goes by quick for the most part. I totally heart crossword puzzles, and I look forward to the day that I complete one. Today I came close. It was super exciting.
A little part of me died writing that.
More book reccommendations, please.
New Year's ... 6.14. Got pretty smashed, did drugs, got thrown by a metal head, lost at flip cup, casually rebuffed advances from someone who got progressively more annoying with every effeminate gesture/rant, watched gay porn with a large group of people (strange), and discovered that while jello shots are good on their own, with whip cream ... they become a gelantanous version of nirvana.
Six Feet Under ... I've watched the entire second season this past week. It is the best acted show I've ever seen. I love Lauren Ambrose so fucking much.
I thought about sex with Rob alot today. Not so good.
Oh yeah ... I don't have a boyfriend anymore. I'm an idiot. Forget the second half of the last entry. I'm tempted to delete it just because I'm staggered as to how much of an absolute asshole I am. I should be slapped ... like the Virgin Mary.
Aaaaaaand we've come full circle.