emily's house always has a fresh cake. that's alot of cake. yikes

saw weird things today. 1. harley davidson had large isreali flag up out front. b. homemade bumper sticker " 1 cross + 3 nails =4gvn" we are NOT sure.

came home, no parents, door locked, no key. had to wait. sigh.

mail on sunday and small children bringing us coffee cake. life is good.

woke up to phone ringing in ear. sister wants sitting of baby so she can get her hair cut. too sleepy to say eat it. must go play with reid at 12. must also go to post office and have overwhelming desire to go to goodwill. i don't suspect goodwill will be busy for christmas, atleast not the yuppy goodwill(this is what my mother calls it, you can get donna karen any day in the yuppy goodwill) yay for designer recycling???

i got a kitten. in the mail. YAY!!!

"if you don't hold this tree up it's gonna fall" well gee. really. how many times did i hear this today.

i was going to go to the post office today, but i had to take the kitty to the doctor. he was not happy with me. he weighs 19.1 pounds. yikes man. he has to go on a kitty diet. he left little sweaty paw prints on the table because he's so nervous. awwwwww. he wasn't happy in the carrier, but then there was another kitty loose in the waiting area and he was happy to be able to stay in his cage. there was also this weird man with a ferret who would not stop talking. i woke up to my parents fighting. or rather my father yelling at my mother about the floor. it's been a big day.

i keep having to remind myself that i do not hate being home, or home in general. i don't really. there isn't so much to hate about it. and yet i'm so unhappy here. this is just not where my life is. i feel like i'm on vacation at a very friendly hotel. it's weird. my brother comes down to see if my parents are around before he brings down his bottles. umm, they know you're an alcoholic, they live here. he's so stupid. i have to sit for reid tomorrow. i suspect he'll be in tears when his father gets home. anyway. my meme was making fun of my driving when i took her home. i hope i get to be an old person like her, just sort of doo dee doo and laughing all the time. she has no idea what's going on. she asked if i was memeknapping her because she didn't recognize the way i took her home. so sad. you know what else is sad, i realized tonight that it is not at all dark in nashua at night. i was driving down this road that i've always needed my highbeams on at 11 pm and i didn't at all. it was downright bright out. whoa dudes, that is so not cool!

it is late and amy is tired but amy is sad because everyone she loves is far away. sigh.

my meme just gave me alot of money. it makes me feel like a big jerk and then my dad says "take it, she's got plenty and she's just gonna die" so ironical.

so apparently i published that thing about reid too many times. my dad asked me why anyone would want to blog. hmmm. like he cares. it's three oclock and i just showered. according to sarah we were on the phone for quite some time. we must be in love. my father is asking me what sarah's mom does. we're not sure. we're really not sure why he cares. i don't really have to escape my mom, so much. she's just weird. she's really not even here all that much. off to fetch my meme! ooh, and pizza for dinner. they feel that this is in some way a reward for me. my parents are SO cute.

in the words of amy meek, some bitches need to get blogging. grrrrr.

morning all! it's a beautiful morning and my parents aren't home. i had cookies for breakfast. yay. i have to call sarah today or annie will not be happy with me. sarah and i must pick a date for our visit. that is atleast one task to give my life meaning today. also, i must take meme to the podiatrist. actually i like my meme, she's very funny, you just have to be patient. which i can do when necessary. must also get gas and go to target. i was driving around near my house yesterday and i realized that there is like a whole new mall going up. oh yay. i used to think our part of town was sort of run down, but that's so much better than having a new dunkin donuts, home depot, pizza hut and target within a mile. yikes man, yikes.

oooops again

ooops

reidles actually recognized me tonight when we picked him up from school. then he said he didn't love me. but hey, he's three. he did cry when i left. so fickle. the lady asked me if i was mailing anything hazardous. like anyone mailing something hazardous would say yes. anyway, i said it's cookies and she said so yes? not funny post office lady. i got my floppy drive today. talk about service. my dad was really impressed. he was also impressed with the cookies i made. then he made me stare at the back of the refridgerator for 15 minutes while he turned on the water. much like my mother he started another project and never released me from refridgerator bondage. and i just sat there so he wouldn't yell at me. we're both fools. mommy dearest requires solitaire. adios!

just finished baking. yay. good fun. now i am off to the post office. woohoo!

i just saw a nun selling vessels for holywater on tv. holyshit.

i forgot to blog about the package i received yesterday. from my sister. after i let my dad go out and get the mail because there wouldn't be any mail for me...i got a package and the tuition bill. yay. but anyway i got the cutest calendar from grandmastah phris in japan. it's little t shirts on little hangers that have the calendar printed on them. how very christine. also little koi magnets and such. i must send her something... i'm the worst sister ever. i didn't even have her new address until she sent the package. my mother called her last night and woke her up for work. apparently she moved to a less good part of town but there are more foreigners and people don't notice her so much, yay for that. she used to have this guy that would sit on the porch of the apartment across the way and stare at her. weird. she said it's not like america where you end up dead, they just don't know it's rude. school children apparently say very rude things to her all the time that they learn from tv or whatever...she fears that someday they are going to get beat up. after the conversation my mother told me that my sister speaks so beautifully and so well...it's a shame you have to say dude all the time. she didn't really say that but it was right on the tip of her tongue. dude, whatever. i totally speak with class, like all the time. oh well.

amy mas commented! life is good

i have the two most unfortunate songs in my head. 1. Noah...was a knower...he knew the heart of GOD. and b. motown philly. someone help me. please!

so that was the most interesting phone message i've ever recieved. thank you laura faris. I was studying with efficiency but then i got grrry so i came home. atleast i don't have to compose a piece in three minutes like emily miller. that would really suck. i have to remember to pay for my pictures before i go home. i must remember. so ahh, more studying to do. i really just don't care that much about geography. i think i'll go hang out with the kids at the dining hall and study while they eat. is that wrong. is that not in fact studying. do i really care. mmm not so much. i have not taken care of my internship which means that i feel like shit. ahhh. why do i torture myself like this, huh? grrr to me

"Candle in her Deal"
goodbye memorial's ho
though i never f'ed you at all
i heard the stories
of those who did
they crept out of the world wide web
and they crawled into your bed
they made you do things
for 20 bucks you gave them head
and it seems to me you lived your life
with a candle in your deal
never knowing what it was like
to see your f'ing rear
andi would have liked to known what
was up with that
your candle burned out long before
your deal ever did
college life was tough
the toughest job you'd ever tried
hood offered you money
and a room in which you lied
down with the internet trash
oh res life, they hounded you
"we take away your guest priviledges
we swear to god we do"
still i t seems to me youlived your life
with a candle in your deal
never knowing who to stick it to
when bush left for real
she said the only candle that
you guys had in the room
was one of them big ones with 3 wicks
maybe t'was the handle of a broom
goodbye memorials' ho
from the young girls on third floor
who say you not beyond sexual
no more than 'money grubbing whore'
but is seems to me you lived your life
with a candle in your deal
never knowing you'd be notorious
for doin it for a steal
would have liked to known how much
you made that fiscal year
your candle burned out long before
you stuffed it in your rear

Laura Faris ladies and gentlemen

according also to the hood magazine, shriner article, amy masciantonio is class of 04 hahaha

no birthday love in my mail box. however, i did get an A on that awful paper i wrote for dr. bhatt. colleen carrol who had a real topic and real sources got a b+. she was not happy with me. i have not mentioned the birthday love hanging in front of my door. it's lovely but a bit low. i must duck to enter my room. it's a reminder of how much i'm loved. my mother has not called to give me my year's horoscope. i'm shocked. maybe it wasn't good. maybe i shall be hit by a milk truck and she wants to save me the pain of knowing my fate. in the hood magazine today it said that karen bought a house in oregon. thank god oregon is so far away.

i just got online so i could finally change my juno password and now i'm too wired to sleep. internet checkers here i come!

you know like when you trusted someone, and you realize that you shouldn't have, and it sucks. yeah well, it does suck, but it doesn't matter because some people just feel badly about themselves and they do things to hurt you to make them feel better. do they really feel better by making you feel bad? i really hope so, i hope someone got joy of giving me so much pain. but you know what else...some things are in the past and that is where they belong. some things don't need to be said anymore. some things we learn from and move on because that is all there is. some times you can't be enough for two people. in the words of kirsten wolle "I'm sick of half people" and so anything that was left is going to get packed up and put away for ever. because no one needs to relive that shit anymore.

roar. that is all

no school!!!

sarah gave me the best will ever. no tears because we're gonna be together for ever. so no worries. no one's going anywhere. right?

things i should be doing: wills, research on the damned examiner building, internship paperwork, dishes, what else...well whatever. i don't care. this will come as a shock to no one but i really do have too many pairs of shoes. they can no longer fit in my two closets. this is not cool. amy must go to goodwill. she must also pick one of those little things off the giving tree. someone remind her. i just rsvp'd for the history major luncheon on thursday. why did i do that. i was only gonna go to be jj's date, i really have no reason to go. i'm just gonna tell them all i'm taking a year off. oh well, it will be something to blog about anyway. i need to polish elvis' etes, he looks all foggy. the eyes are crossed and one of them is staring at me. it's beginning to freak me out. i'm trying not to think about staying here over break. trying very hard. i have no accumulated funds for such a venture, although i could get a job here and i wouldn't have to quit it in january. UGH to me. i really have no good reason to stay. except money, and that i won't go crazy here. grr to me. i want to go home i just don't want to have to stay so long, you know. everytime i come back for break my mom says "you're leaving already" she's always so disapointed. i need to distract myself from my fate of being home for 6 weeks(minus MANY visits to maine). maybe i'll do one of my things...

so much excitement today. car crash, money from Hewlett Packard, skipped two classes. i feel as though i have nothing to do, and people keep giving me murderous looks because i don't have a million things to do. but we must remember that i have a 20 page paper to write for the winter and i have alot of research to do. so no one should think i don't have work to do. i do, i'm just not doing it just yet.

did you guys know that you can charge aol to your parents phone bill. it's amazing. really it's a free trial and they'll never know. horrible child, right here(points to self). my mother and sister went shopping at 7 this morning. still aren't back. holly called me from shopping hell. poor thing. the house is very weird. the walls are gone. freaky. there really is nothing happening here, so i won't bore you. although as annie heard last night there are very cool lights under the cabinets. all the cabinets. it's amazing.

off to NH tomorrow. no more blogging till sunday. have lovely thanksgivings all of you!

elvisngrcelnd: ruinization, is this a word?
IdiotProdigy: we're not sure
elvisngrcelnd: some girl in my india class said it and i
think it's not a word and it' been frustrating me all day
IdiotProdigy: you should look it up
elvisngrcelnd: she could have just said ruin,
it caused his ruin not his ruinization
elvisngrcelnd: ugh
IdiotProdigy: 20 minutes til french
elvisngrcelnd: will french be your ruinization
IdiotProdigy: 20 minutes til doom
IdiotProdigy: it might

oh the healing power of kittens!

fucking capitalone thinks i'm past due. do we think this is true. no. there is no one on earth more anal about paying bills than me. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

done two essays. desperation is certainly helpful to the overall speed of writing essays.

took a nap, don't want to write essays. don't care so much about essays. i'm very irrational when i sleep. i actually had a dream that i was writing and it screwed me up. i feel like i shouldn't have to write that essay again. life sucks.

we don't know why everyone is always at sheetz. why are we always at sheetz. we must look inside ourselves for the truth.

tiny little emotional breakdown this evening. very small. completely over. did have a lovely sunset. so the evening's balance sheet is well on the happy side. i'm half done my detested history take home. i'm like 5 weeks ahead, it's impressive.

uhhh...another russian history exam. i have exactly twelve hours. hmmm

guess who's downloading a bunch of monsoon wedding songs. guess what we're going to listen to in the car for 8 hours. YAY!!!

elvisngrcelnd: ice cream....mmmmm
Doublejdesigns: *rolls eyes*
elvisngrcelnd: i'm distracting myself
Doublejdesigns: i hadn't noticed
elvisngrcelnd: haha
elvisngrcelnd: i really don't need ice cream
elvisngrcelnd: i'm already screwed up
Doublejdesigns: you need something

i couldn't make myself go in. what the hell?

i smell like raspberries today. i'm not really thrilled about this, but i have to because holly's mom gave me this rapsberry bath deal when we graduated and i just occured to me that that was like 4 years ago. so out of homage to holly's mom i smell like raspberries. i think she got one for everybody...i wonder if grandmastahphris also smells like raspberries lately. my mother bought everyone a brita filter deal. she really bought like 20 and was handing them out to all of my friends that were going to school. like filtered water is going to make or break us at college. it is just so like my mom to think that way. i am off to study. must find resources or atleast pretend resources for my culture of india paper. i'm going by myself. i'm giong to be very distracted. what no one realizes about me is that i distract myself way more than anyone else. i'm a terrible influence on myself. i'll probably go for a bit of a drive, then back up to borders. and then as soon as i've found sources i'll decide i have to be somewhere else and leave. i drive myself INSANE.

it's 9 am and amy is awake. why is it that amy's wake up so early when it's a weekend.

so i evaded the ra's for a whole week. yay for me. being at the piercing place makes me want more piercings and things. i'm ready for bed. kirsten!!! ani will be in harrisburg in march. check it out and i'll go with ya. what to do. i could do my geography but really people, we know i won't. so why not just go to bed and awake refreshed tomorrow. i think it's a plan. amy the mas got a friend for limbo today. she's sore. awwww. so sad. i feel like saying more but i just don't know what.

if cars could burn whale blubber i would so buy you one kirsten. on my high interest credit card that is sucking away my soul like those cute little winterized pooh toys at the disney store. "mastercard gold bought the national soul" more of that woman speaking poetry which annie and the kirsten love so much. i really don't love hearing her either, except that that poem is just so roarrrr. ya know. kirsten and i are debating going to our culture of india class. we really should go. we're going. we really should. ok. it's settled. we might go.

for kristen null and void: don't you wish you could be watching tv while eating fast food meat and talking on a cell phone in your suburban attack vehicle all by yourself?

does anyone think my blogs have become some very complicated to do list? i do. how awful to have to read about what amy should be doing instead of blogging. it's really a chronical of failures. how depressing.

trying to decide what to wear for ominous photoshoot. yikes.

so i wake up this morning after like 10 hours of sleeping and there's this paper under my door. i think...that's my mom's handwriting. it's a list of folks registering for something...how very odd. so i stand there naked with my shower things thinking i'm going insane because this paper so frequently seen in my house has now invaded my dorm room. i decide that it couldn't possibly be my mother who would have written this paper and left it under my door because that's impossible. i open my door and sure enough my mother sent a piece of paper accidentally with my senior ad for yearbook and lea left it under my door for her. somehow i am not at all surprised.

morning all. i missed russian history. so sad. weep. sob.

morning all. i missed russian history. so sad. weep. sob.

number of hair products amy has used today: 4 Number of bobbypins used to tame highly coated mane: 2 Likelihood that amy will revert to emergency hat status: 6 (from a 1-10 scale) Concern amy has for the concern she has placed on her hair this morning: 8 (from a 1-10 scale)

manda the poohbear helped me figure out my computer today, now i can make my own cd's. I'm to be called jamMasterA from now on.

i'm at the libeary preparing to recommence work on the dreaded russian history take home when i realize that microsoft works doesn't work with microsoft word. who knew thousands of dollars of machinery could be so worthless.

i erased the train deal because it was idiotic. i really liked it last night, but that's part of the problem methinks

"he lost his whole family, it's not like they're missing, or left at home, they're dead" "I'd have cried if they killed the dog" Laure and kirsten on the road to perdition

i put on old glasses to help me find my new glasses but i still can't find my new glasses so i'm wearing my old glasses. hmph

that was such a negative blog, i totally forgot about the good news i got today. my drivel got a b+. a b+, is that not amazing? dr. L must really be feeling sorry for me.

all of hood college was in walmart this evening. buying various types of plastic underwear. tres weird. sarah, sarah crocket, queen of the wild frontier...

hey, i almost forgot about my cultures of india exam. i don't know a damn thing that's going to be on that exam. and i'm starting to feel REALLY guilty about dr.L's take home. also because we got a new one and i lost it already. if i were him, i'd so give me a zero. i want a zero. oh well. awaiting the dreaded hall meeting. kirsten and i tried to stay out late and miss it but we couldn't. we are non-rule breakers and it just can't be helped.

and yes i do think dykey is a word

i went on a nice drive to harper's ferry. i meant to go to the libeary afterwards, but i remembered i had to make hotel arrangements for the family for graduation. there are several problems with this. 1) she didn't tell me when she wants to come 2) she didn't tell me who's coming, and 3) i don't think i have a third but you have to have three things right??? so i guess i have to call the house. and see. hmmm.

so i have an internship, in collections, at the civil war medicine museum. YAY. i'm excited. now i have to find the god forsooked paperwork. whoopsy..i wonder there it could be. life would be good if i didn't have so many assignments overdue. shucks. it's so hot in here i might wilt like some oxygen deprived debutante.

hod a very interesting evening with lots of folks in the room. burning cds, having the slowest moving pillow fight known to man, you know, good fun. meanwhile i called my mother who chooses to watch "monk" over talking to me. she wanted me to put it on so we could watch it together. weird. atleast she didn't put the phone down to watch it and forget to say goodbye to me. sheesh

went to kirstens house today. her sister is funny, and so is her mom. in fact they're all funny and it was lovely. we had a very nice dinner at Paradiso (ooooooh) and the scenery was very beautiful. falls colors and such. I hope there's time this weekend for an adventure while the world is still colorful. I really should be working on my ind. study deal but i realized that i only have four sources that are viable. although i could use the thirty million books i got out of the library. hmmm. perhaps it will get done tonight. wish me luck.

my blog has really become a tribute to sarah. it's the ultimate will. but anyway there are deep thoughts to blog, or something. it has come to my attention that time here is passing very quickly. does everyone remember like 2nd grade when every day was an eternity. half an hour in the car was like the longest time expanse of your whole life. that doesn't really make any sense but i'm gonna roll with it. i'm feeling like everything is so fleeting. assignments, phone calls, i have no basis for real time anymore. this worries me but i'm so very blesses in my life. i really am. i screw up all over the place and yet everything goes my way. why am i so lucky? i just don't understand it. I have always tried to figure out my place in the world, in my family, in life, i spend so much time wondering why i'm here. i've gotten over that. i don't want to plan my whole life right now. i just want to let life unfold because there is a plan for me out there and it will unveil itself to me when i am ready to act on it. no more worrying about time.

and also, it is hot like fire in here

i just registered for the LAST time. what a moment.

life with sarah = soft fuzzy war zone. what's wrong with that i ask you. ps, i'm way more violent with poohbear and you should be glad that you weren't stuck in the middle of that shit hiding behind Lois god bless her soul.

i heard she put a candle in her deal

"sarah, why are you screaming?"..."the handy dandy bowl shape of the spoon jettisoned some water toward my crotch" "right there!"sarah mewis ladies and gentlemen.

So i was just thinking about how sarah and i spend most of our time talking about the ferret in her ass and i thought about the time i thought she had class. you know what sarah, that was 1999!

Doublejdesigns: oh...that should be fun....be careful...don't get hit by a car
Doublejdesigns: or mugged
elvisngrcelnd: i almost never do
Doublejdesigns: what...get mugged or hit by a car?
elvisngrcelnd: either
Doublejdesigns: that's good to hear
Doublejdesigns: have had both happen...not a fun experience
Doublejdesigns: granted the car was in park...it still hurt
elvisngrcelnd: you hit a car then
Doublejdesigns: no...it hit me
elvisngrcelnd: in park?
Doublejdesigns: jumped right out in front of me
elvisngrcelnd: explain
Doublejdesigns: i was riding my bike down a pretty steep hill...and i got going to fast....and i couldn't stop and the car was right where i needed to go...and the thing hit me
Doublejdesigns: i went up over the hood and down the other side...i had no skin left on my face and hands
Doublejdesigns: and i jammed all my fingers
elvisngrcelnd: ouchy
Doublejdesigns: yeah...i was like 7

kirsten told me the best story today, a story that is the quintessential kirsten. kirsten wolle was a flower girl when she was a little girl but she refused to throw the petals because she didn't want anyone to step on them. maybe every child does this but this just reassures me that kirsten wolle is ahimsa and always has been.

good afternoon sarah. i was sort of sleeping. thankyou for your comment, i do feel lobotomized. so perceptive. uhhh....irritation...swelling....ointment.....2-3 weeks. Sorry your chow got cancelled!

I have begun the 8th page. yay for me.

"The Russian police, stern, stern but fair" amy misses sarah, why must amy be locked in this awful cement room for the rest of her life??????????????????????????????

so Ang wants to kick both kirsten's and my ass. is that proper grammar? you know i don't think anyone's wanted to kick my ass before. she's mad about my comment because i told her to eat it. who knew anyone could take that the wrong way. alas. i think we could take her kirsten. (sorry von, hope this doesn't anger you, you know us, we aren't serious)

YAY! I might have an internship at the National Civil War Medicine Museum. today is a good day!!!

Doublejdesigns: i had a rather embrassing moment this morning....my pants fell down in staples
elvisngrcelnd: yikes
Doublejdesigns: fornately i was able to catch them before they went all the way down...but i made a kinda big commotion
elvisngrcelnd: hahaha
elvisngrcelnd: don't you always
Doublejdesigns: i dropped everything i had to catch them....very loud..people turned to look
elvisngrcelnd: haha
Doublejdesigns: i guess i didn't tie the draw string tight enough
elvisngrcelnd: i was a spectacle at sheetz this morning too
Doublejdesigns: oh yeah? what happened?
elvisngrcelnd: i went for sugar and such and i think i was talking and giggling with myself
elvisngrcelnd: but i won't tell me exactly what happened because i don't want to know
Doublejdesigns: *chuckles*
Doublejdesigns: i would call that total lack of sleep

thanks to jj and 13 font...i have 4.5 pages. do i feel guilty about working dr. L, not so much

uhm...7:26...no progress. my brain is gone. does anyone think he'll notice if it's only 4 pages instead of 8 and it just sort of ends with battleship potemkin. hmmmmmm

you know what, honey sweet tea has 4 kinds of sugar...ROCK ON!

6:22 and 3.5 pages...hmmmm i still have like 18 hours...

5:54 almost three pages. i work erratically don't i?

one would think when you clicked insert page number that the computer would like put a little 2 down at the bottom, or at the top, you get the idea. why does my insert page number insert a 2 or what have you exactly where i'm typing? is this not odd?

5:15 am two pages

It is 5 am and i have a whole page. annie will be so proud???

uhhh, i never finished typing that alix olsen poem because i broke myself. and how do those things correlate, let me tell you the story. did i already tell the story, oh well don't read this if i already bliggety blogged about it. ok, the story: typing the poem, listening to the poem on the stereo precariously perched above my bed, she talks like REALLY fast right so like every two lines i had to like hippity hop up on the bed to rewind for a second and a half and start over. like 47 and ahalf times. so on the 47.5th time, i'm performing my oh so fabulous dismount by hippity hopping off the bed and the very dangerously slippery carpet on the floor slips while i am oh so gracefully hippity hopping off the bed. result, i was incapacitated. and because i didn't want to risk injuring myself again i never finished typing that poem. you got the gist anyway, she's liberal and mad and dykey and isn't it wonderful?

i just wanted to congradulate kirsten on her blog. i can't imagine anyone who needs to bliggety blog more than kirsten!

i had the most interesting meeting with carin today. she's a nice lady, very like my mom. the beautiful thing about counselors is that you can tell them everything and they just go "ohh". Dr. Monhollon thinks i can still do my independant study. he has faith. i almost feel like i could do it too. isn't that amazing? rock on!

my mom said the funniest things last night regarding my "that way" ness. she believes that it was caused by her hormones when she was pregnant with me, she should've noticed sooner because she is a psychologist after all, and you always had boyfriends. at most, one of these things is true. which do you think? i have another query (pun totally intended but not really relevent) for you all. does anyone thinks it's a problem that i have nin and india arie back to back on my playlist. maybe i'm manic! sigh. i'm glad you had fun von, you're awesome! don't let ang hurt you. just because you love her you don't have to take her shit. You deserve to be treated well.

guess who ran errands today? yes it was me. and i'm planning to go to the library. what happened to amy and who is responsible?

very eventful day. slept late, went on a lovely hike, said teary goodbye to von...and i'm about to clean my room. what a way to end such a nice day, cleaning my room. and yet it's necessary. i'm going to make a goodwill trip, i feel this intense need to purge my life of excess. we know that this is impossible because it's me, and ofcourse i NEED all of the crap i have. example: pipe cleaners, very unnecessary to my lifestyle. 1. i am not a kindergarten teacher B. i do not smoke a pipe. my roommate freshmen year thought i was very like martha stuart. that is so frightening and yet so true.

dragball went off hitchless. yay