I am full of dollar burgers from CBAG, and thus my brain isn’t working. This should explain the following post. I write it on no pretenses of having a cohesive thread.
*The amaretto double shots (size large, please) from Trops have a deceptively large amount of alcohol in them. Beware!
*After watching Batman Begins, I was a moderate fan of Christian Bale. After watching The Machinist, I am a rabid fan of Christian Bale. He isn’t beautiful by any means, but he is interesting looking, and I like that. Like Milla Jovovich or Uma. Also, The Machinist makes me feel better about my body—I don’t feel so skinny anymore. You know how the camera is supposed to add 10 lbs to your picture? I have always had the opposite experience. It subtracts 10 lbs, and when I see pictures of me I am always like, “Damn. That bitch needs to eat.”
*Craig: “Mozart is like the Britney Spears of the classical period. Talented, but a whore.”
*My friend Eric is a starting a cake blog, in which he posts a pic of the new cake he bakes every week this semester. What, you ask if he’s gay? How ever did you know?
*I have spent the last week finishing The Western Lands and apprehensively eyeing my insect collection on my desk. I am *so* afraid it will eat me. What is it with Burroughs and the ‘ick’ factor?