Today Misty said the one sentence that I will never just ignore:

“I just don’t like to read.”

Fuck that. And guess what: she defended it! Okay, Misty–for the sheer lunacy of that sentence, I now blame you for the disaster at Alexandria. Those of you who intelligent will get the reference without clicking the link. And for those of you that had to click it, I didn’t mean that, I’m just bitter.

The world never ceases to amuse/disgust me.

We did have fun though, I guess…we drank and watched King Arthur. Retarded movie. I knew too much about Roman history to watch it without going “wtf?” Most of the time I don’t know whether I’m caught up in the act of pretending I’m having fun or whether I’m really enjoying myself. Fiction. Reality. They’re all the same.

Must go to bed.

And OMG!!!! Amanda, you are my goddess. I missed you so much! We totally need to hang out again. You are hella my karass. I can’t help but feel that Misty is a granfalloon.

Vonnegut is god. And I got back the copy of Cat’s Cradle I lent to Selena ages ago. She didn’t even have the balls to give it to me in person. Must go to bed.

Hasta.