Lent. Tonight, we have vegetarian lasagna.

[Edit: Roomie had tuna ... I cheated and had Chef Boyardi raviolis, but I can't cheat anyway :p]

TBartkowiak: and poland was like im taking this food and leaving, and russia was like fine, i dont need you, get the hell out of my house and dont come back. And a vase was thrown, poland left, and they never talk again

Owing to the nature of the holiday, I present to you a Mitch Hedberg moment:

"I saw a lady with a flower; she was plucking out the petals. She was saying, 'He loves me, he loves me not - ' Thank god the flower can't talk. What would it say? 'Fuck! That hurts! Fuck! That hurts as well! Fuck! Leave me alone ... I am no longer pretty. And he loves you not. Could'a told you I had an even number of petals!' "

I envy those who can be romantic on queue.

I've decided to adopt a cat, since Phillip's mother graciously accepted to house it over the long vacations in their home. That makes me infinitely happy. (A cat will make a much better pet than a cockatiel.)

I was rereading the comments on the breast topic on Cody's site, when I encountered a name I hadn't seen in years: Angry Beavers. Gawd, I loved those two ugly rodents more than anything.

I have nothing else to say, so here is a hats-off to all those wacky characters who contributed to my development.







Pinky and the Brain







Eek! The Cat



Did I miss anything?

The Super Bowl party I attended in phase 2 was a blast. There was food and drinks, and all the food I brought with me had disappeared by the end of it all. Some people don't know how to drink; I shall be hearing my neighbors frequenting the W.C. all night.

Roomie is coming home around 10am today, and I hope to Buddha that traffic will be friendlier than when I droppped her off on Friday. Driving is the most loathesome activity in the world. I have recurring nightmares of witnessing accidents or being in one. *Insert string of profanities*

I've been having a difficult time sleeping lately. It's a well-known fact that I cannot function well without ample rest (8 hours or more), and yet, I forcefully stay awake to keep from seeing bad dreams.

I want a red, strawberry-scented ink pad for my cat stamp I bought at the toy store in Austin.

Acronym of the day: MO n. modus operandi

1. A method of operating or functioning.
2. A person's manner of working.