not a bad dream

Last night I dreamed I got a stigmata piercing in both wrists, and one of them was kind of goopy and I realized it was infected. So I rinsed it out with salt water and it got better. For those of you nuts interested, it wasn't a surface piercing but an actual straight barbell through. Hence stigmata. In the dream I didn't get the piercing at a shop, it just appeared, the way things do in dreams. It was all perfectly sensible at the time.

five more days...

final birthday gifts

My long distance friends Ana and Fara got me, respectively, Orgazmo and Me Talk Pretty One Day. WOO! and my mom's check finally arrived, so I got to eat lunch! LIFE ROCKS!

another one bites the dust

Ya know, even as a very naive and innocent Mormon teenager, I was a little bit suspicious about Macauly and Mike. Not in the "he is clearly a pedophile" way, just that it was higher on the jacko-freakmeter than usual.

So hey, how about those anti-birth control weirdos?? what is up with that?