Sunday, January 18, 2004
Well, it was hard-fought, and though we didn't quite come out on top, we scored several major moral victories. Long live the Western Millionnaires!!!
Currently, my room smells like popcorn. I don't really like popcorn. That's all I have to say about that.
Zenon is presently convinced that Sofia Coppola may or may not be my girlfriend.
Ho hum.
Here's a doozie for ya: why is it that when the mind is at its slowest, it feels the most need for output? For example, I am absolutely and inequivocally exhausted, yet I somehow feel the need to write about popcorn and Sofia Coppola.
Ho hum.
"When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother, What will I be?
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?
Here's what she said to me"
"Que Sera Sera"
