ye olde crapfest

this is the rhythm of the night!

does anyone know if the infamous bonnie 'prince' billy showed up at the dame last night? i was too busy eating tacos to get there. mmmmmmmmm delicious tacos.

well, i'm not pregnant. i know you're all as disappointed as i am...i was really looking forward to going on montel or jennie jones and trying to figure out 'who my baby's daddy.' oh well. maybe next time.

jesse's still in the crib. his landlord has been dicking around, it seems, and he's now officially usurping my private property. well, not officially, but whatev. all i know is, i still can't smoke in there yet. but soon. very soon. i like my new roomie. this doesn't mean i do not like the old one. or does it?

so no one's gotten back to me on new years. right now, i've got twoty-three different plans, and none of them are set in stone (megan p, we must discuss proper spelling of numbers, i'm having a coniption trying to decide if it should be d's or t's, i think it should be t's, like forty, etc., but god, what do i do?!?!).

okay then, enough. don't have much to say, really. well, i would like to say "this is what happens when you find a stranger in the alps." so there's that.

adios for now. kissy kissy. all that shit.