my faith in humanity is entirely restored. someone found my diary by searching for 'i'm picking out a thermos for you.' somewhere out there is a really awesome person, who a couple hours ago realized the awesomeness that is me.

i'm picking out a thermos, for you
not an ordinary thermos, for you
but the extra-best thermos, that you can buy
with vinyl, and stripes, and a cup built right in!
i'm picking out a thermos for you,
and maybe a barometer too
and what else can i buy so on me you'll rely?
a rear end thermometer too!

the breakfast club is such a classic.

my friend just sent me a link to our local news site - some guy held up a pharmacy just down the street from my house, demanding oxycontin and vicodin, saying he wanted to die. scary.

fuck shit pile! ass shit! leadership is oh so educational...

ryry's away message said the guy graduated with us... but i don't remember him at all. the breakfast club in reality? hmm...

my stats professor also reminds me of stephen root's character in office space, milton, i think...

"valentine's day is a cruel, evil holiday which exists solely to pour lemon juice on the paper-cut hearts of the unattached."
kelly m o'donnell
amen, sister friend.

alison: when you grow up, your heart dies.
bender: who cares.
alison: i care.