imperative

i like reading missed connections/i saw yous, because sometimes you'll come across ones like this, and you just want the two to find each other again and live happily ever after. or, happily for the next 30 minutes to an hour, or whatever. i'm keeping my fingers crossed.

how much

honestly, i don't kno why my parents don't just disown me. it would make it easier on everyone involved.

holiday shopping

i'm out of fucking ideas for what to get my friends for christmas. it's such a dire situation that i'm considering just sifting thru my hotmail spam and matching friend with product. there's everything from lesbian schoolgirl porn and canadian viagra to travelocity gift certificates or hickory farms baskets. unfortunately for my friends, i don't have much money, so it looks like they're all getting sausage sticks and blocks of cheese, instead of a trip to new york.

i win

i think for the first time in my entire voting career (this is my seventh year), everyone and everything i voted for to be elected, passed or rejected was respectively elected, passed or rejected. every initiative, proposition, referendum. every federal, state and city candidate. you kno what that means. i win! now i am going to go get a lapdance.

i'm in

i always thot i'd use that title for an entry about getting into school or something, but apparently not. the alternate title for this post is "why are there so many crazy people in seattle?"

just today, when i was at scarecrow looking for something to watch other than what i went there for (it's 2 for 1 wednesday today), which i might add, is a horribly difficult thing to do while hungover and not feeling like watching anything at all, i noticed someone talking loudly to himself. automatically i assume that he was talking to someone on a bluetooth or something ridiculous like that, but when i looked over, he wasn't. okay, whatever, people talk to themselves sometimes. but as he's leaving, he starts shouting at the people working at the counter about something i could not make heads or tails of. something about how they were a plague on society and whatnot. crazy talk.

then i was walking on the ave, a tall and skinny shirtless man was pointing at things and shouting. unlike the other guy, i didn't think this guy was talking on his cell phone. i was walking behind a middle aged lady in pink, and he ended up behind us, and i hear this: "hey you, the lady in the pink, you're OUT! you're OUT! i'm sorry but you are out." she ignores him, and i do too, thinking to myself that i really should have taken another route. he tells the woman she is out a couple more times, and then he says, "hey you, the guy with the bag that is rite in front of me." this is me. "you're IN! that's rite, you're IN!" i ignore him, but secretly that is validation i've been looking for my entire life. i felt like i belonged to something! (not really.) i sped up so that i could not only cross the street before the lite turned, but also so that i wouldn't somehow be murdered or something. as i got to my car, i saw him walking down the street, still shouting at people. "you, the girl on the scooter, you're in."

what the fuck are these people on?