I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ~Jack Kerouac

My favorite part of the day is when both my roomates are home. Even though Jenny made me almost pee my pants. And Carrie licked my pants. And my stomach hurts. I am going to write that down. I did a lot of homework today. Then I sat on the couch and listened to salt n pepa. I have never been molested so much in my life until I lived here. Watch out. Those girls are dangerous. I decided that for Christmas I want a gay guy. Oh, and when I was typing my paper tonight, I realized that I really do want one of those squishy things that you put in front of your keyboard, because I can only type pain free if my wrist is elevated. And it is really hard to do. Not as hard as turning grapes into raisins. Today, out of complete boredom, I listed some things on ebay. So, if you want to fund my college education (or my ebay complusion), you can buy some things from me. Someone, please do. I'm broke. There. I just finished writing down what I ate. I hope my disease is contagious. That will teach my roommates to drink from my glass of kool aid. Carrie made me a breakfast of real food today. I normally dont eat breakfast. So I was real hyper spastic today. But i didnt go work out. Partly because I couldn't find Carrie, and partly because I am afraid of falling into pieces. I am going to try to get some sleep because it is not something I am good at. Book World sells porn.

ps - somehow, the program I use to put pictures on here dissapeared from my computer. I was just going to put on a picture from Carrie's bday. But I cant until I can locate that program.

pps - Here are the reasons why I am not a fashion designer....
1. I don't wear hoop earrings so big that I could put my arm through them. Like all the way to the shoulder.
2. I don't talk with a fake accent. Maybe a few have real accents. But you can tell that some are forced.
3. I don't try really REALLY hard to have a 'everyday look' of just rolling out of bed and throwing on clothes, but spending 4 hours getting the right amount of wrong.
4. If I was a guy, it would be really hard to look straight.
.........I was just watching a reality show about fashion designers. Then I realized how lame it kinda was. There was a guy wearing a pink paisly hat. And he was checking out girls. Strange, I know. This show was on after Queer Eye, and I don't think I will ever have the urge to see it again. But I love Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. That is some real quality tv.