oh, I've been meaning to call, mr. castle. I will soon. homelife's been odd. I don't feel like going into it. somehow I feel like the pettiness of those I associate with will reflect poorly on me, and I do so wish for you all to believe that I'm cool. it was all about potatoes, anyway, for what it's worth. potatoes, dig it? for some reason, I just thought that last sentence was fall-on-the-floor hilarious... I don't get out much anymore. though I have been making it a regular date over at the dichirico/hornbuckle haushold to watch upn's wb-expatriate tuesday night. this tuesday david and I broke out a second tv to pit roswell against the wb's series premiere of smallville in a sensory overload battle royale. smallville was the obvious winner, albeit with much room for improvement. I think a special appearance is in order- one by those three outlaws from krypton in Soup II who could shoot lasers from their eyes- those guys (and the girl that looked like Annie Lennox in the "Sweet Dreams" video) ruled.

as far as I can tell, david's entries aren't publishing mainly becuse he's not clicking on the "publish" button. if he's trying to keep them a secret, he will fail, because the next person to come along and publish will republish everything prior as well. fista, you speak to me in mystic philosophical riddles. I am strangely aroused. keep up the good work!
tonight! tonight! is the season premiere of buffy the vampire slayer! all nay-sayers, hush your mouth. liana will not watch it with me, and even if she did, she would only persist in ridiculing it for the fulltwo hours! that's right, I said two hours. (johny air guitars and sings the theme music)nair... nair, nair, nair... nair... nair, nair, nair... oh, how I have waited.
meanwhile, ghost world is the scariest movie you will ever see, the scariest ghost story you will ever hear. to pieces, to pieces, I tell you.