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i really hate hearing men swear. there is a man at the photocopier behind me quietly swearing, "oh my god...christ...fuck..." and it just sends shivers down my spine. SCARY SWEARING MAN!

so it's my birthday on sunday. yep. three whole days. i'll be sweet 23. i don't know what that means...socks will be 25 and she's freaking out that she hasn't done anything with her life. apparently, this happens every year. i just chalk it up to hormones.

YOU GOT HORMONES. SLEEP IT OFF.

that's what i say.

i had hormones this week, and barely noticed them. i figure if you ignore them, they'll ignore you. and sure enough, my period is in town for like, 2 days, and then out.

of COURSE they have to fuck shit up and put the survivor finale on the night of our big party. what's up with that? can i NEVER watch a survivor finale the night it's aired? how artificial. oh well, kathy will win because she was so annoying. that's my prediction. annoying=winner.

apparently, we are getting a delivery of very small organic fruits and vegetables today. trying out this service, and the very small organic fruits and vegetables. natural stuff sucks.

OH YEAH - i'm bragging to everyone about this...i got my grades back! they're GOOD! how good? REALLY GOOD. like one percent away from straight As (damn that holocaust class!) but yeah. mighty DAMN fine. happy birthday to me! hee hee!