wtfsc?!?

married.

in less than one week.

any final words?

[me: i'm scared exuberant, joyously spitless, toe-tappin' knees-knockin', all colors of crazy excited wiggin' out over here. its good. its real good.]

pulled potatoes

"i just pulled my groin muscle trying to imitate a potato"
--meg (friend of a friend of a friend)

you just never know what you'll hear around here.

the harbinger of death

i don't know how to pronounce the word "daschund".

i'm a reader, you see, and am much more comfortable spelling words than saying them. which can result in some embarrassing moments...if you know what i mean.

i also don't know, apparently, how to post with any kind of regularity.

story of my life: i need more discipline.

my mother, of course, agrees wholeheartedly.

maybe i should start wearing makeup and straightening my hair in the morning. that would be a habit that may effectively restore some of the abilities i once enjoyed.

hrm. one month from today, my responsibility-o-meter clicks to "code level red". which is great, but scary as you-know-where.

some of you may be pleased to know that a third pfostian CD project is currently in the works. the theme this time seems to fall somewhere between love and pessimism.

hm. there might be something to that.

and i don't care what anybody says
i promise you mean more than a dispenser of PEZ
though i have to admit the resemblance is funny
when you tilt back your head and give me some sugar, honey

--a little something i'm working on for "pezheads: the movie". should be...interesting.