2002-05-26 & 5:26 p.m. : four. hundred. years.
i checked on stuart, i went to the post, i slept til three, i made breakfast. all that's kind of out of order, but you get the idea. i have watched so many movies in the last two days, it's freaky. let me just say right here and now that as much as i want to be tobey maguire's blowjob queen, and boy do i, i much much more just want to make out with jake gyllenhaal for about four hundred years. four. hundred. years. in pajammas. i don't know what i am doing tonight, maybe i'll take a bunch of pictures of my part of the basement and put them up for you. or maybe, i'll finally get some packages together that i have been promising people for ALMOST A YEAR NOW. i would hang my head in shame, but it'd be a lie. i mean, sure i feel bad, but it's so ridiculous now, why even go through the motions of shame? god, everytime i look out this window, i still can't get over how beautiful it is. it's just, amazing. god. |