well i escaped that birthday without a hitch. oh except the extremely fragility of my emotional state. yeah, i have been "weep at commercials" girl lately. WTF is up with that? i cry when i see babies. i cry when i see puppies. last night i cried at an episode of Conan because John Ritter is exceptionally UNFUNNY and tries to hard for laughs. america, i have lost my damn mind.

monday will be our first wedding anniversary (our being me and Fu) and let me tell you, this year has flown by! everyone that i have mentioned it to has the same incredulous response that i feel inside, "WHAT? are you serious? that is some crazy shiznit beotch!" i say word to that. (p.s. i am the whitest white girl in all of suburbia and really have no right to be talking that way, but DAMN snoop dog is one cool mofo! just a random thought that i figured you'd like to read)

anyway, i need to go to bed. i am f'ng exhausted and am currently hunched so far over this keyboard that if i don't have scoliosis, i soon shall.

okay, that's it. i'm out!
Squeeky