ahhh, much better. i threw naked marilyn up there because my other marilyn was deleted with the cancellation of aol. i haven't had a chance to change it until now, and so: audrey! i'm feeling much more classy these days anyway.
i had a very successful sunday. up at 10 for breakfast, out the door at noon to meet michelle and company, back home by 3 to take aaron to work, a little fun time at the dog park, met everyone at the neptune to see american splendor (definitely original, but even in the most intellectual of movies there has to be some sort of climax ... as usual, i blame the editing), and then home to do the dishes (we've been lacking dishwasher soap for a week now, and it's been disgusting -- why do i live with four boys? why? why?), then downstairs to do my nails and watch when harry met sally...., then to ray's to pick up aaron, and then to bed to fall asleep to harry potter. hooray!
here is what happens when you grow up: your friends start killing themselves and your friends get pregnant and your friends get married and your friends get divorced and your friends get careers and salaries and your friend get into debt and your friends get heartache and headache and cancer and you start remembering when and wasn't that fun and funny and great and sad and isn't it a pity and why didn't i and i should have and i wish i had and oh god, that was so embarrassing and am i already nineteen and am i only nineteen and what, what could there possibly be left to experience?
fortunately, i have absolutely nothing better to do than find out.
one year ago today: i am in dire need of a pumice stone.
two years ago today: "What if that one night comes up when I'll need the one-size-fits-all tube top from Mervyn's?" (this night has come up repeatedly.)