everyday, the same old thing. why do you people read this? i think this weblog has turned for the worst: it says nothing literal about my day, it just emotes. this is teeny-bopping at an all time low, for me. i hate being uninteresting. i hate doing nothing, yet doing nothing is all i do.

regurgitate. gurgle. swallow. repeat.

the lucomotion: you know deep inside...
the lucomotion: he digs* the shit outta her.
JOSEPHGUANLAO: yeah
JOSEPHGUANLAO: don't we alllllllllllllllllllllllll

* "digs" means to like.

today was sort of weird. no, not weird as in "girls are weird." gosh no. not that interesting. all i did was run with devin to the bridge and back. did i mention it was weird? running is a funny thing. why anyone, including myself, would do it, i have yet to figure out. i think it has something to do with keeping in shape and making sure you don't have jelly rolls hanging from your waist, but that's such a simple and common answer. there has to be a greater purpose, like to keep the earth rotating, or to make sure that the dirt keeps packed to the ground, otherwise all of it would fly up into the atmosphere. goodbye dirt.

i also swam, right after i ran. it was a double-edged sword. a full body workout that covered land and sea. two thirds of a triathalon.

i'm not nearly as tired as i should be. though i should have no trouble sleeping tonight, i'm just going take a nap, "a midnight nap," if you will. i'm going to wake up at one o'clock in the morning and get online, because i'm gay. also, i found my cd player, so i'm going to listen to the queens of the stone age all morning long.