listening to his roommate rock in his chair...

yeah... Kyle's roomie is rocking back and forth in his chair, and it keeps making this strange noise... imagine listening to somebody pop their knuckles through a pillow. or windshield wipers. or an indicator (a slooooow indicator) that's been left on too long.

thank god he stopped.

so anywho, down to business. i'm sorry that i stopped blogging there for a few days, but nothing really was happening. life became a routine. which is why i decided to get back here... sadness.

and madge, if you put kimberlina up to requesting my presence back online... thanks. haha

it smells like pot, but people are denying it... for reasons i will never know.

i'm educating John in the art of blogging, and Kevin is freaking out about the existence of it. very funny. he just threw a tube of toothpaste across the room and into the hall.

John, John, John.... he's a crazy mo-fo. he's watching me type, and laughing whenever i type his name.

oop, bedtime. kyle's kicking everybody out so he can go to bed, because he's gotta be up at 7 tomorrow morning, god knows why. but i do know that i should get off his computer, so until next time, kiddos. Cheers! and Brits out too.

because you nearly exited this window, there will be no footnote this evening. ok, ok, here you go: your roommate is insane. happy? no? ok, how about this: "Songbird" by Eva Cassidy has been stuck in my head for the last two days. i'm glad that'll do.