i got a job at a supermarket. now i have to get up early and ride a bike 3 miles in the snow. i'm so fucking happy that i can finally say that.

it hasn't actually started snowing yet, but i'm pretty sure i'll die when it does. my frail body has only adapted to the warm climate of temperature controlled california, and i'm afraid i'm too old to adapt any further. i've used up all of my adapting powers.

i've been playing Black and White, which involves a lot of death and pooping.

remember when i used to be like all... you know? like when i would say things that were like... i don't know... you know? what happened?