pizza

Damn, I want pizza. I just really, really want some pizza. Which is odd, because I just watched a video in which the bass player's face looked like pizza. (Zombie love.) That should not be appetizing. Also, I just had pizza last night, and the night before.

Two-day, I say two-day, I say twooooo-daaaay week! (Oh god, I think I just made up a cheer.) Thanks be to the cosmic muffin for two-day weeks. Just enough time to assign five-day homework. Cosmic muffin could do something about that.

GASP. You guys. *whisper* I think my dad has been downloading...wait for it...Phantom Planet. Heh, you thought I was going to say something else, didn't you? Or maybe you didn't, because you can read. But whatever the case may be, I found Hey Now Girl downloading in the Traffic section of Kazaa, and I did not put it there.

Oh. Wait. Yes I did.

NOW I feel like ice cream. I see what game you're trying to play, Subconscious. You bitch. Trying to make me a whale before Nutcracker. Well guess what, not gonna happen! Why must there be a Thanksgiving before Nutcracker? Really, Americans have turned every holiday into an excuse to feed and reward themselves. That's all people do at Thanksgiving, eat and watch football. Only kindergarteners actually give thanks, and only through assignments from teachers who are tired of dealing with kids who can't trace their hands to make a turkey. No wonder we're all fat around here. I'm jealous of Europe. There is no drinking age, so most people don't get drunk. There aren't really McDonalds, so most people aren't dangerously obese. Drug rules aren't as strict, so most people aren't addicts. They seem to have it all figured out over there. What's our problem?

Bah humbug. I was happy and now I'm talking about America's problems. I think this calls for some ice cream.

2003-11-23 @ 3:43 p.m.

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