I think that collecting kites is one of the most romantic things I've ever heard of.

on my way home tonight I heard "like a rolling stone" on the radio. for the first time in at least ten years, it didn't make me feel nostalgic or melancholy. is that a good thing? or am I losing touch with who I used to be?

the search for new furniture begins tomorrow. I'm thinking sofa and armchair in contrasting browns, cushy enough to be comfortable but not so puffy as to look trailer-trashy.

excitement for the week: got cedric's oil changed. as per usual, jiffy lube got it done in about five minutes...but didn't tell me it was ready for twenty more. if I hadn't said, "uh, is my car finished?" I could still be sitting there. yep, two days later. you never know.

I bought a magnifying mirror the other day. I'm pretty sure it was one of the gayest things I've ever done.

cigarettes are so gross. I have to stop smoking. note that I didn't say I will stop smoking. but I might.

when I'm supreme ruler of the universe--it won't be long now--I'm starting a harem composed of celebrity guys 5'9" and under. amongst others, seth green, tobey maguire, and the aforementioned scott caan should start packing their bags immediately. tiffany is reserving men over six feet, and ali has dibs on the 5'10"-6'0" bracket. no one is safe from us.

the sun is a risin' and I've started looking at my bed more often than my monitor. peace out.