uh, yeah. I'm back. and I use the word 'eight' several times.

So blogging and I broke up for a while, and I'm sorry because I know in the last six months I've been all crazy-changing stuff around. I think that I wanted to take a break and remove my blog just to prove that I could, and now that that pointless exercise of independence is behind me I have come back. This theory is pretty dumb, but it's also how I approached smoking this summer, and last night I smoked eight hundred cigarettes to reward myself for not smoking this summer. I realize it doesn't make much sense, but I don't really either, so at least I am completely reliable in my utter lack of logic. I'm sorry if I made you fuck around with your links like eight times. I don't deserve you.

I came back because I have three things to say and I realized that without a blog I have nowhere else to say them:

1. The Angry Vegan is coming into town on October 18th because I bought her a ticket this morning. The AV has kept me pretty sane over the past thirteen years of my life and everytime she calls I just end up talking about myself until she has to get off the phone. Also, while I am certainly not rich, I find that sometimes I am in possession of monies, and it's not worth waiting on stupid sorority girls ("Can I get the chicken tomato broccoli pasta with no broccoli or tomatoes and extra alfredo sauce?") or white trash ("You can bring me this [stabs at menu with dirty hand] but I don't want no mayo on it.") if I can't use the monies to surround myself with angry vegans every once in a while.


2. My brother took this cool photo of his new campus - Georgia Tech, the kid is smart - and isn't it cool. No fair, I want to be in the South too. Look at the trees; you just know the leaves are thick and waxy and deep deep green and it reminds me of growing up.

3. The Crocodile Hunter is dead and no one told me except the radio two minutes ago.