my parents visited this weekend. they took me out to eat (vietnamese, vegetarian, mexican, soul food) and they bought me a 20 lb sack of rice. the fact that i felt uncomfortable saying goodbye reminded me that deep down i probably miss them alot more then i think.

anyways, yeah. i've spent both friday and saturday inside. we'll see if i get some work done..

fun fun fun

i wrote something today .. god, what a release. i think i'll call it the feminist manifesto

i've realized that i've been taking myself way too seriously these past few days. so to that, i say: this killa fish will kick yo ass. unless you feed it potato chips. hmm, potato chips

oooh...i'm listening to nick drake right now, and its making me feel really good. (recommends: saturday sun, fruit tree, i've been smoking too long, pink moon)

anyways, i am thinking about writing a novel. it would be more like an autobiography, kingston-esque .. a combination of ouidaism, discreete mathematics/wake up, the yale writing essay...it would be so amazing. i would be so amazed.

ive decided that i cant try to censor myself here, present one side of things in favor of another ... offer only the suitable, politically correct, and judicious package as encapsulation to my thoughts

free speech free thought freed voice .. please take no offense, and bear no judgement