2003-12-31 - 2:16 p.m.
dear diary,
afoolsdemise brought something to my attention that has been floating in and out of my brain the past twenty four hours [not, a ladybug] but the fact that some people call ladybugs... ladybirds.
something i can only attribute to... canadians.
you weirdos with your crazy U's and... ice sports.
anyway what i thought was going to be partying like it was 1999 tonight is actually going to be partying like it is 2050 because i'm sick and feel old and am going to snuggle into the electric blanket and have an affair with the twilight zone marathon on the sci fi channel. overtly pathetic, really.
i have two miniscule scabs on my hand side by side that look like i was attacked by a miniature vampire. they're perfectly spaced and their circumferance is even and matching so i can only believe that i have been bitten by a wolf spider and have a mere few hours to live.
so my parting words for 2003, and my life in general, are...
well something that could only be akin to david byrne's this is not my beautiful house/wife/life. if the details of your own life can't stun you into submission and awe then what good are they?