i wrote all this stuff last night for my zine when i couldn't sleep, then i decided it was too low-caliber for a cookzine so i thought i would put it in my diary, but there is a "share violation" going on here somehow. And our dishwasher keeps flooding and while we cleaned it up today gaby found a severed rat tail behind the fridge. and she TOUCHED it, ewwwww siiiiicko. severed rat tails are about the grossest thing i could think of off the top of my head.
peace out, i can't decide whether to eat ice cream or spaghetti for dinner.
spaghetti wins
