...In which our heroine lays it out.

A late night confessional -

I had my first fish tacos tonight (no pun intended) and they were delicious. I do not think they would have been as delicious without the PBR consumed. Consequently, I still think PBR and Bud Light taste the exact same. I have red velvet cake for breakfast, delightful. It's funny how new friends work out and how I feel like Emily and I are the ones getting left out. I'm glad Bugs is back, but it also means Ben comes up a lot more now. It's a lot easier to be over him when I don't have to talk about him. We'll see how our first encounter goes in a week or so. Craig Ferguson is infinitely funnier than Jimmy Fallon. I wonder why my cable signal is only worbley on some channels. I'm getting a new roommate Friday and her favorite book is the Bible. Hmm. I need to get paid - funds are getting slim but I still spend on things like red velvet cake. I will have a red velvet armadillo cake at my wedding, should it ever happen. The bad tattoos in the world never cease to amaze me. A conversation about sex with a lesbian, a gay male, and a straight single female and an attached straight male is guaranteed to end in hilarity. Disagreements are always bound to happen about hippies and their body hair. "Oceanside" by the Decemberists is in my head right now. I'm currently wondering if recent transgressions were a mistake. Is a relationship better if it didn't exist, then really existed, and then is awkward, or better to not have that relationship exist at all? "Friends" is one of my most hated television shows. But yet I watch a constant stream of reality shit on VH-1. I do not mind having the apartment to myself. I'm so ready for school to start. I need to meet people, and not develop a crush on someone on day three of the school year. I don't want a relationship right now, but I'm tired of mornings alone, not even the sex as much as the companionship. Heidi and Telly, Bugs' and now my lesbian friends, are an exceedingly adorable couple and I want what they have. This seems inane, this stream of consciousness, right now as I'm writing it. I started a Twitter which is just one more way Big Brother is watching. Maybe my mom is right - who really needs to know if you go to the fucking grocery store? I wish they'd stop with these haunted house movies, especially the PG-13 ones. Antidotally, I borrowed The Devil Rejects from Heidi and Telly. I have such boy movie taste. DQ Blizzards and Ben and Jerry's ice cream are genetically perfected stoner food.  I've been sleeping copious amounts lately, storing up for the school year I guess. Dan and Darlene's relationship on "Roseanne" is incredibly similar to mine and my dad's. I feel bad about how little I've written in the past month or so, but other priorities have taken precedent. I can't even look at my script anymore, I'm tired of it and it needs fixing. I love writing like this as dumb as it may seem, it's the most cathartic exercise for me. These little girl pageant shows are abhorrent, the mothers more so than the daughters. And they always seem to be toads with hateful husbands. Yeah, that won't create daddy issues. I hate being a grown up and spending money on things like cleaning supplies, how lame. Lysol, so fun. I watch a lot of really terrible 90s movies on TBS, yet neglect my "intellectual" Netflix acquisitions. And now, this ramble ends.

And I want to go to Austin, Texas: