2008? holy balls.
umm, let me see...
sometimes i contemplate selling everything i own and moving to paris. i'm a funny bitch. my friends call me the punk rock martha stewart. i'm a music whore... i may or may not allegedly have deleted some very useful/necessary programs from my computer to make room for more music. i'd like to discuss hall and oates' strict "hit's only" policy over a bottle of wine. i'm interested in the progress of the SoBro Vineyard if anyone can fill me in. i may or may not also have (allegedly) once deep fried a peanut butter and jelly. i am, however, a baddass cook. my gumbo rules. things i hate: journals with lined pages, boyd tinsley, khaki pants, navy blue & anyone who is trying to fit into anyone else's scene. LOVES: anyone who can sing me the theme song to 'perfect strangers', deep fat fried fat fat. travel. red wine. the indiana state fair. seekers. therapy should be government required & subsidized. creating myself daily. myspace is deader than dead but i truly hate facebook. i tried. i really tried, but i just hate it.
(and i'm still not likely to ever "pimp" my myspace page.)
