2001-06-27

of course, life used to be alot more interesting when i was single, looking to get laid, failing to get laid, and spending the majority of my time on diaryland moaning about how horny i was and how many beers i was going to drink that night in order to quell the pain and agony my lonely existence was wreaking upon my tortured soul.

now i just blather on delightfully about mike, and the weather, and how my occassional drunken outbursts seem to harken back to the days when i had a free pass for mental delinquency.

i don't know if it is proper to say that i was once MORE crazy than i am now. perhaps i ought to phrase it something along the lines of "the veil between the heinous visage of my internal psychodynamics was once tissue thin. it is now made of that real thick starchy high-grade paper that people only use when they are trying to coax you into buying something for their wedding."

speaking of which, my college roommate (freshman year) is getting married on saturday. she is officially the first person i know to get married, although i don't particularly CARE that she is getting married, so i don't know that that actually counts. she is a wonderful lady and all, but i am impervious to the lives of people that don't live in the same city as me, with the exception of my mother and my best friend farty.

everyone else becomes "who?" and "oh really? no, we don't talk any more, really."

which is okay with me. since i HATE people.