i think i'm going to take up sign language again and become a mute. (even though i'm always the first to laugh at any helen keller joke. it's pretty embarassing, actually...) why is it that i only remember all the dirty words, and "sea turtle"?

however, this re-connection with old faces is pretty nice. brittney felter is my husband. cassiopeia moler is my siamese twin. and marissa mack is my bastard child. sometimes i wish i were an elephant in thailand that paints using their own dung as a medium.

it recently came to me that my crazy ex-boss was a scientologist. and suddenly it all made sense.

i have a million other things to do. procrastination + perfectionism = me.

don't fucking touch me.