the void.

that time betwixt waiting for your brother to call so the party can begin (PARTY! WOO!), and when you get home from work. i am choosing tonight to fill it with vodka, post-crackers-and-margarine vodka. life is good even when you spend your money primarily on...

so lisa's home and we're having quesadilla night which means cheese melted over something, but it's the cheese part that matters most so who cares, really. melt cheese over anything and i'm there- bonus points if i have to scrape it off the plate with my fork, but minus points if i can't get it all off the plate with my fork (what a waste of cheese, assholes).

i've been getting shove-y and shit lately on the subway and in public in general. not asshole-shove-y, but you-deserve-it-shove-ey because some people really do require an elbow in their ribs to realize moving might be acceptable. it may not be okay for you to stand directly behind me, our asses merely three inches away from touching, when the bus is empty. did these people evolve without brain stubs? maybe they are members of the secret ass rubbing society which thrives on touching the asses of strangers in a not-so-secret way.

this post utilized a lot of hyphens. you're welcome.