Sunday, June 5, 2005

Oh, people... people...

I am weak with mirth. Seriously. I don't know if it's because the list is funny, or simply because I'm tired. Really, though, I'm not all that tired. Here's the list: Pickup Lines: The FIrst Drafts. Ah, such hilarity. Such poetry. Alright, probably not, but it's good for a chuckle, or if you're weak like me, a good stifled guffaw. Do stifle it, though, because guffaws are singularly unenjoyable by anyone but the speaker.

In other news, I'm still in my new apartment, and I haven't run crying to my parents. Okay, I DID go to their house yesterday, but that was only to make salsa, because we don't have a food processor. And to get them to buy me dinner. Cause I'm saving up my money for, you know, rent. I'm feeling happy about my situation, my roommates, etc. We're even going hiking tomorrow night with a bunch of people. It will be fun, as long as no fearsome predators lurk out of the foothills and eat us.

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