I'm a Real Boy

the camping trip didn't materialize last night. hopefully, i will build my fire tonight, and there will be much rejoicing. either that, or i'll be guilt-tripped into going out in LR for some friends' birthdays. just kidding. of course i want to go see them (around a campfire in the woods).

sometimes i don't feel like a person. sometimes i feel like an inanimate. like a sock or the tv remote. something vital that is taken for granted. i'm not really taken for granted, though.

my phone interview went well. i should be offered a trip to boston within the week for an on-campus interview. i'll take this job! i swear to god, i'll take this job!

did that sound like a threat? that is what i was going for.

this post has turned into a pity party. so sorry about it.

alison, i am so sorry. hope you enjoy the dancing today, and you should come see us whether we go camping or go drinking with mr. belding. i promise, he'll be there and ask you what color panties you're wearing.

can you say "panties" without laughing? i know i can't.