i'm falling apart. i fell down the stairs in my basement last week, resulting in bruises all over my forearm and my right leg, and a bruise on my ass roughly the size of ottawa. i also sliced my finger open on an ashtray at work (..a PLASTIC ashtray... i don't know how that one happened..) and it hurts to type, play guitar, eat oranges, or any of my other daily activities. and i have a horrendous cold... one of those that makes your ears pop because your nasal passages are so blocked. fuck you, cold! i'll beat you yet.

i feel i must apologize for keeping that picture of ben affleck on my blog for so long, but i don't think i will. look at that chiseled jaw and those squinty eyes and that oddly distinctive hairline! you know you love it.

well, i'm down in good ol' suburbia right now, spending the weekend before thanksgiving with my father and step-fam, and then i resume my inter-state gallivanting to visit my grandmother.

what's sweet about being home right now? my step-brother's girlfriend (i can only assume) emptied her ipod onto this computer, so i have 3,612 songs at my disposal. what sucks about that? a lot of it is really shitty. there's two full sum-41 albums, and the only metallica is "st. anger." however, i did find "civil war" by GNR and three songs featuring dj jazzy jeff, so it can't be all bad... oh wait, there's two full bright eyes albums. we're done here.

also, i feel the need to mention that i got in a fight with my brothers last night because they called the second disc of the beatles' white album "...overrated crap." what is wrong with the younger generation? ignorance, i tell you. ignorance.

anniemosity.com's scary movie update:
i watched "interview with the vampire" on friday, and it would have been fantastic without the commercial interruptions (serves me right for watching it on tv, anyway)... although i still protect my neck when i'm in dark places by myself. i'm not kidding. i don't want tom cruise latching on -- no sir! then last night, we watched "the shining." apparently i had no idea what this movie was about. and i may or may not still be checking over my shoulder to see if jack nicholson is wielding an axe behind me, shrieking "DANNY!" creeeeepy.

i'm off to stuff myself with vegetarian thanksgiving dishes. apparently there's going to be so much food that we're skipping breakfast. i'll send you a postcard from "I-Just-Gained-Twenty-Pounds Land." au revoir!