ah,ha. you know it's time for bed when you misread the title of the html book sitting on your computer desk,as "touch yourself: HTML" teach, touch. together they can make a difference.

I want to go downtairs and kick the 19 year old boys that live there, in the heads! @#!@. Maybe I'm crotchety and menstrual (no pun intended) but if i have to hear them throw each other around for four more months I will scream. they listen to terrible, terrible music. i don't know how they make so much noise. they really do sound like they are tossing each other around.

as a payback i listened to ttkk's disko fleshpot (or however they mispell it) really loud, today.

low-fat cookies n cream ice cream=gross

cookies n cream milkshake=mmmm.

i had disturbing dreams that i lived in the dorms again. i think they were prompted by an e-mail asking about an old beloved friend.

Rattmice, if you use google, call me. the storm ate your phone number.

rattmice, who's real name is Matt Rice left me a message in August. Before I could return his phone call or listen to the message, our electricity went out.

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