Lately I'm torn between buying a pretty new journal and reverting to collecting my thoughts the old-fashioned way, for my eyes alone, and buying a domain name to share every last inane thought I have with the world, such as:

Today marked the start of Richard's moustache phase on Gilmore Girls in syndication: the end is near.

Mostly, I wanted to share delightful stories with you about my semester, about buttology and "hindsight" and "asstrology," but no one who wasn't at tonight's Gilman table will find it all particularly funny, and if it's not abundantly clear by now: I have absolutely nothing to say here anymore.

(feelingtornados.com?)