i give up. for a while. i've got the hobnobbing ex-girfriends on the west hand and the devious east on the right hand and i really couldnt give a shit. for a while. why did thom just turn around and look at me like that? dont you know you already had my world a long time ago and though i would never want that little glass globe you hold in your hand now there once was a time when i would have broken myself just to be able to have you and that girl pick up the pieces. then after i was fixed again i would have run charging into your precious twin bellies w/ the leftover broken-ness of myself and it would have been beautiful. i'm not so good at this. she's not so good at being me either, even if she suddenly discovers garage rock and dates a folkie musician and goes to harold ray shows knowing not nor why nor who not what the fuck is this music? but hey i'm terrible at being her too and i think i just somehow referenced tori amos. ohmygod. ohmygod is right. what is really going on? why didnt i go to marissa's party? or nathaniel's party? or sen's party? oh i know why. it'll be over soon. hee hee i just found salt and vinegar pork rinds!!!@@@!!!!%%% do you hear that TUM (no, not thom; tom, or tum)?!?!? Eileen??!!!?? its like if tum and eileen were pulsed together in a food processor, salt n vinegar pork rinds are. that means that i am a gastronomical combination of tom denot and eileen wu. ohmygod is right. they are so good i almost really couldnt give a shit. i put them in my cous cous. they come out in my poo poo. i put them in my pho. they give alot of flava. i put them in green eggs and ham. yes yes yes damned i am.