You know, one of the reasons I hardly ever update anymore is that I've become a fucking myspace addict. Seriously, I'm logging mad time playing with my profile and changing my song compulsively and leaving comments and joining groups. You should try it. Come, be an addict like me. But I think myspace might be kind of turning me into a stalker. Seriously, it's allowing me to know way too much and keep tabs on people who don't know I'm watching. It's very voyuer-istic.
It's Valenties Day. Big fat hairy, you know? It's Single's Discrimination Day. When the fuck do we get our holiday? When is it going to be that time of year where you go out and buy yourself something cute and get plastered with your friends in a big fat symbolic gesture meant to say "hey, fuck you, couplehood! I'll take my freedom and autonomy, thankyouverymuch". Not that there's anything wrong with couples, but seriously, equal opportunity.
Watching the Olympics as intently as always. Team America is breaking my heart this year. Except for the snowboarders, they're out there showing their asses and raking up medals like Americans are supposed to. And is it just me, or is there an exceptionally large number of people biting the dust hardcore in their chosen fields this time around? Seriously, I've seen some vicious biffs, like the poor female luger (?) that hit the wall, knocked herself out, flipped over and rode the rest of the track unconscious and ON HER FACE? Or that little chick from China yesterday in the pairs skating who landed on her knees? Ow, mad sympathy pain going out to her.
And speaking of the olympics, has anyone seen this little Johnny Weir figure skater kid? He was just on talking about how he's a rebel, and not everyone is gonna like what he has to say and blah blah blah little-gay-diva-cakes. I hate to be the bearer of shitty news, but you really can't be hardcore when you wear a body stocking for a living. Sorry kid.
Alright, I'm gonna go find something not chocolate to eat. Later days.
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