I've decided to join the dark side.^*

Here are some new names I've come up with:

• Darth Ludicrous


• Darth Lame


• Darth Malnatti's (Mmm! Think of the pizza deals!)


• Darth Jose

Discuss.

^*Should that be capitalized?

listening to: the dials, exo
in my sink: a pot, a lid, i think 2 plates, several bowls, some silverware... man i used to remember all this?

Someone hit me tonight. Because I asked them to. Three times.

Well they didn't get it right the first time, and it wasn't hard enough the second time. Upon reflection, and a look in the mirror (aren't those the same thing?), I don't think they hit me hard enough at all. There are no marks. I wanted marks. I wanted large, glaring, black bruises. Bam-a-lam.

I can't wait until I sober up and can feel again.

I think I have a new hobby.

Ed. Note: No, this has nothing to do with sex, submissiveness, or even masochism - probably more of a Red Badge of Cowardice. This happened on the dance floor, not in the bedroom. To the increased traffic who were referred from the porn sites, sorry. Perverts.

Ed. Note #2: The new hobby is stamp collecting. I had an awesome Ukrainian stamp but I lost it. Yeah, in retrospect, maybe I should've mentioned it in a separate post...

listening to: nothing.
in my sink: nothing.

As if all the other weird things I haven't been blogging about in my life weren't enough...

I found a grey hair on my towel this morning.

listening to: david bowie
in my sink: a cup, a spoon, a plate, an apple slicer.

In the old days, you could have missed it. The phone could have rung while you were out on the back porch or running the vacuum cleaner. Now we have cell phones and answering machines and voicemail and caller id.

It still doesn't change the fact that SHE NEVER CALLED.

listening to: panic pill
in my sink: tomato sauce?