7.17.2001
 
Ugh. Damn.

Looks wise (I know I'm being superficial here but bare with me) Ryan has the perfect face. ::sniff:: damn bastard.

While we're on the subject, I called Bill on the phone out of sheer bordem and we started singing Les Miserables songs (since both of us are definetly going to the showing of it in Vegas come September). At one point we both put on the cd and sang the entire goddamn musical. Why? Because we're bored.

Oh, just to clear things up, Bill's a chick. The only guy I'd actually stay on the phone with for hours on end is Matt since I can relate more so to him. It'd be nice to find a guy who likes showtunes, art, etc. who's named... well, for the moment the name of preference is Raine (after the lead singer for OLP) but that's set to change at anytime.

Mmm... I love making my grandma jealous by cooking some kick-ass Penni a la Pesto to her shit-tasting tomato-and-spagetti-soup. ^_^

Yeah, I'm evil.

And another gratuitous one liner for your pleasure and enjoyment.

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