ye olde crapfest

i'm bored. seems i won't be this weekend, as i have about three hundred million things planned. MUST clean the house. we trashed it getting ready to go out of town, and haven't bothered with a damn thing since. also want to go usurp and get some sun on saturday afternoon, try to keep the ol' sunburn nice and pinkish. plan on seeing farenheit 9/11, laundry, and cd burning for amy... and then of course there's fireworks and drinking on saturday night, fireworks and drinking and grilling out on sunday, and i suppose i'd like to try to make some time for sitting on my ass as well. i'll be lucky if i manage to do much of anything besides the fireworks, drinking, movie, and on-ass-sitting (i know myself so well), but i'm gonna try.

i've been staring at four cans of spam, trying to come up with something more than mundane dumbassity, but i just don't know sometimes if there's much more to me than mundane dumbassity. and so, i leave you...i've decided to go a little early to make a pit stop for some coffee milk and animal crackers.

oh yeah, hi anfernee.