"oh my god, thats a horrible thing to say"

Except the randomness and impulses that are now being injected into twitter, I fear this place here being mostly for updates, and that would somehow mean the death of blogging for me.
I know many have fallen, but dammit, Im still in it for the rants.
Having said that;

Togetherness in a confined space is actually treating me good. Boy lost keys (probably in water, during alcohol and midsummer) first week, so now I have the upperhand in everything. I might add it was my fabulously clever idea to get them copied instead of panicking.
When I got home the other night he'd washed almost all my clothes and cooked me dinner, and fuck yeah, I love having a 50's homemaker waiting for me.
He is being retarded though, and does things in a very crazy round-about way, and still manage to make me look like the insane one, and what can I do cept admire him for it?
Ive slept better these last days than I have for months, and I love coming home.

This morning I cut my hair, myself, infront of the bathroom mirror. I say it went okayish, but it does feel plain after having all that hair to curl.
Im running insanely low on money, and I still have to spend a lot on Accelerator this weekend, and there will be a lot of beer and urgh. Vanity hit me hard on some days too, and Im dying for a pair of new converse. I know how that sounds, but fuggoff, if you jump to some sort of sex and the city implication you dont know me at all.

Im feeling warmer and more confident in my linguist.. well, I suppose we should wear sweaters, wouldnt we? So linguist sweater then. I dont know if you know the feeling, but its like when something theoretical evolves into a skill, a knowledge not in your head, but in your gut.
Its quite reassuring.

A friend of mine is turning 27, hence having a Dead Idols party. I was thinking Courtney Love, realised she's not dead, but then agreed with the popular opinion "She is to me". Other good ones I cant pull off are Piaf, Hunter and Chris Farley. Of course, Joplin would be awesome, and Im fugly enough to make it work, but Im thinking there might be 5 others.

New pet peeves: Old people, French people, The Fountain