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I feel like Violet from Willie Wonka. I've been eating a lot of dairy and sugar. I might explode like that guy from that Monty Python skit. "It's wafer thin..."

While we're talking about movies...I gave Pineapple Express a second shot. I didn't really like it either time. It's a stoner movie that isn't for stoners...I mean the graphic violence and half blown off ear pieces, the 20 minute car chase, the lame characters, the fact that it's 2 hours long...not a good stoned movie.

"They say california is a recipe for a black hole

I say, I've got my best shoes on

I'm ready to go"

Home is relaxing. The house is so big and I have it all to myself. I don't have to shut the door when I pee. I want to live alone for a while--don't get me wrong, having roommates is super fun and they keep me in check. The ever present reminder that my sloth-ness is being noticed helps me do one productive thing a day, at least. I can't afford to live alone for now. I guess really I want a place where I live with one other person that I can boss around (boyfriend, fiance, whatever). That way I don't get lonely, and I can keep things how I like them :) Pieces of me are so stupidly stereotypically womanly, for instance my need to coddle heads against my breasts.

I saw Sex and the City 2 and it made me crave New York City--the lights, the speed, the noise. The people. I don't know how or when I'll end up there, but I sure do miss it while I'm gone. I'm almost willing to drive cross country with Jordan and the two cats just to get a free trip there. But those cats are smelly.

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