2003-11-01 - 10:15 p.m.
dear diary,
have you ever tried to take a vacation from your brain?
i've been trying all weekend long. i've been filling it up with dvds of charlie's angels two, miniature butterfingers, nips of sherry, purposely forgetful showers, trading spaces and countless hours of mtv.
aside from lying about the nips of sherry, i thought i was doing a pretty good job of shutting my brain down except i sat down to play the new simpsons game on the x-box and i couldn't beat one of the competitions and somehow that frustration ended in a melt down with me yelling about someone stealing my lighter.
the lighter i was holding in my hand.
it is pretty fortunate that everyone in this house is understanding. and by fortunate i mean that i really truly thrive under the soft clucks and averted pity eyes.
this is the part where i insert sighing.
ordinarily i would have ended this entry on that sad strain of pity partyness except that i just remembered one of the shows i watched on mtv, called rich girls.
have you seen it? because i mean, this would be the obvious place for some bitingly scathing social commentary about what young stoned wastrels with credit cards do in their spare [see: all of the] time.
but the truth, diary, is that i didn't know people lived like that.
i really, really didn't.
and i guess that kind of blatant naivete, as opposed to how they live, is what would really scare me if i wasn't in the middle of a brain vacation.
wish you were here...