tonight is really my last night as a person "on my own" so to speak. moving jack in tomorrow. if you want to help, give one of us a call around noon... we're also helping his roomie move out. turn and face the strange, ch ch changes.
yet another symptom of why i'll never get anywhere in life: spent 15 minutes on the drive home pondering the following scenario: if you were sitting on a leather couch wearing leather pants and a silk shirt and eating doritos, after licking the orange residue off your fingers, what would you do?