samantha "confessions of an heiress" scott has told me that my blog is too happy, and that i need to blog about some things that i don't like. in return, she will blog about something that she likes. role reversal -- fun!

one of the things i really don't like is not having a car. normally it wouldn't be a huge deal, but i live in duluth and work in superior, so the walk wouldn't be a fun one. it's true i don't have to pay for gas or insurance or parking, or worry about my car starting, or finding a place to park when i come home from work at 3am... but the bad things definitely outweigh the good. i hate asking people for rides to work or target or the grocery store or shows or anything, really. i'd like to take the bus, but i had a horrendous experience with it freshman year and haven't bothered to figure it out yet. hey... anyone want to let me borrow their car friday and/or saturday night? see? that sucks. (but... i'm still kind of serious.)

want to hear another thing i don't like? my heating bill is through the roof.

oh yeah, i also don't like when people are mean to my friends.

hey, i've got another one. "fishin' in the dark" by the nitty gritty whatever-the-fuck band. the fires of hell flashed between the dj and myself tonight when that all-too-familiar riff echoed through the bar.

i also don't like that i can't go to the christmakwanza party on saturday night... or do anything fun during the weekend. ever. that's getting really old.


i don't like blogging like this. i'm still going through with it because i promised it, but blogging out of frustration and anger rarely turns out well for me.

so i'm going to end this with a few things i like.

i really like telling the story of what herb did. i don't know why.

i really like re-connecting with old friends. especially those i've known since we were four years old. (that picture is hella old.)

i really like george harrison, and i've come to the tough conclusion that he is my favorite beatle.

i really like kristen m pederson and when she calls me "anniemosity" and says the word "phalanges."

i really like the fugees. i wish they would bury the hatchet and get back together.

i really like hanging out with carissa because something wholly unbelievable happens EVERY SINGLE TIME. like when the waitress at perkins shook her tits at us like carmen miranda.

i really like cheese.

i really like my snarky-ass friends... like renee and tony (reinfeld... but i love you too, jacobson).


i feel better.



ps: the black-eyed snakes are playing tomorrow night at 9pm at some ski place. for free. any takers (.....with a car)?

(okay, that still sucks a lot.)