i went grocery shopping with my little brother today. i had to use my mom's debit card, which has her picture on it, so i was all paranoid that people would accuse me of using stolen credit cards. you know, to buy cranberry juice. i think the people at qfc wouldn't have bothered, since it feels almost like i know them, but still. i don't, and i'm a wuss. the bagger would've had a perfect opportunity to cause us trouble when my brother decided to call him "sparky," though.

my brother is a total freak. he makes life interesting. he was humming the blue danube waltz before we left, so i grabbed his strauss cd. as per his suggestion, we rolled down the windows and blasted the song. unfortunately, this is olympia and we drive a honda civic, so there is no ghetto to drive through in our low-rider, but it's good enough for confused expressions.

so yes, after a few trips around the diaryland/pitas block, i'm blogging. just like everyone else. you can tell i've irked too much. maybe i'll change this so it uses my own special layout soon, but probably not. this page isn't going to be much..just a place to babble where people can read it instead of me finding it, years later, in some folder on my hard drive when i need to clean it out because it's full and/or failing and i am totally embarrassed by all this shit on there that i wrote that's emo and scary and...

oh yeah. so i said i would babble. :P

mike's like buttah. blog loves him more than it loves me.

don't cry for me, argentina!

Emily is shexy. -mike