last night diaryland was down when i wanted to update. today (right now) i can't really remember what it was that i wanted to say last night. today i really don't have anything to say.
here is a list of things that have absolutely no relation to one another:
apparently the whole of cowboy funk is destined to become a reality in my life. what with the twin towers and the roommate and now, an actual honest to goodness teddy bomber. weird.
the other day i bought this record. it has been stuck in my head ever since.
the reason i love chris matthews is because he writes things like this. also, i love chris matthews because he got into it with jerry falwell on politically incorrect. he said something like, 'i'm here to sell a book, but this guy, he's selling something else.' that made me laugh.
every time i want to do a list-type entry, i go to peter's holzer-ish lists article on swinney to look at the source in order to remind myself what the unnumbered list tag is.
today is valentines day. mal and i are going to the movies. i'm meeting her in ten minutes. will i be able to finish this entry and still be on time?
today i took this test. i came out rogue. that's pretty cool. if i was rogue, i would never leave the house. seriously. i would just lie around, watching tv all day, touching myself.