I swear its the cigarettes that are killing me. It has nothing to do with inevitability.

There’s a reason why I keep, on my bookshelf, a copy of the Bible next to all my old Adbusters next to the playboy 50th anniversary commemorative book. I believe in balance. Too much of one thing, not enough of the other—it causes problems.

top ten uses for marshmallows

10 - on top of hot chocolate
9 - jello molds
8 - on top of sweet potatoes
7 - rocky road ice cream
6 - peeps
5 - science experiments involving a vacuum
4 - lucky charms
3 - smores
2 - roasted in a camp fire

(drum roll....)

1 - rice crispy treats

I get by with a bit of help from my friends

An ipod nano for Christmas/HansQuankzakhanka was probably the nicest thing any one has ever done for me.

My life is now in stereo.

Yesterday I was snowboarding in sooper snoochy delicous pow pow nar nar cherry freshies to the sounds of Streolab.



Tonight, I rode the light-rail from Englehood and watched two drunken bafoons dance to the sounds of Charlotte Mittnacht (The Fabulous Destiny of...). And on the bike ride home, Nick and I decided that even though we “already know how it ends,” its going to be a happy ending.

I finally figured out what I have been so sad about...

nothing.

Thanks girls. I heart you and things and stuff.