  things i have been doing recently instead of writing: going out to dinner (dear urlLink the melting pot , if i'm going to drop $150 on dinner, i want my motherfucking food cooked . i realize fondue is fun and kitschy and retro, but i don't find the sight of raw meat appetizing.
well, not that kind at least. ) going to target 1,672 times to buy things for the new apartment, which subsequently require returning because i already had an iron (thanks for unpacking it away into the very back of the closet, ma! ) painting my toenails downloading a shitload of music. my new favorites include the heavenly states, papas fritas, the ladybug transistor, some girls, and statitics. check them out, yo. learning to cook salmon, and to not be completely disgusted by the sight of fishy scales complaining about a toothache, from the filling i dropped last weekend during the move, from clenching my teeth so tight because it wouldn't stop snowing. also, complaining that no fucking dentists will see me until after the new year. apparently, dentists don't care about pain , which i suspect means they need to be taught a goddamn thing or two about pain.
) shopping for kitten heels, my new obsession buying assorted christmas gifts, anytime gifts, and smutty gifts for the boy (fellas, i hate to break it to you, but the gift your girl is going to give you is nowhere near as cool as the gift the boy is getting. seriously. when you walk through the mall and three different guys stop, stare, and say "__________?!?! i wish i was getting that for christmas! " you have hit the gift goldmine. ) other miscellaneous, uninteresting things 
