Sweatin me but I'm not your type
You think you irk me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house ([son of a gun]i betcha think this song is about you, janet jackson + carly simon)

i love singing that song at the top of my lungs. silly boys. here's my horoscope for today. not that you care, but i do and it's my blog, i can post whatever i want. "A lack of contact with a romantic partner could have you feeling a little down right now, dear Taurus. You may be wondering if you've said or done anything that offended your beloved one in some way. Your friend, however, is apt to be totally oblivious to the idea that you're upset. Your partner is probably taking care of some family obligations and may have lost track of time. Hang in there! Your honey should get in touch with you soon"

anyway...not too much to report tonight. except that some guy my age thought i was in high school. i was picking up my gramps with erik to take him to a concert tonight, and this guy was like, "so, do you go to washington?" (the high school right around the corner...and as if...it's all about irv-town. no offense, jackson.) i replied, "no, i just graduated from ucdavis." the guy was all flustered and his face got all red. damn...i thought i looked older, too...all dressed up. foolio.

and seriously, who is this person that is leaving me shout-outs? if it's mark mulder...you know where i live...stop by tonight for some loving. it's been a while. hahahahahhahahaha. but really. who are you? not too many of my friends know about this blog...and i didn't think any of those fools knew about hockey.

all right, time for reading and then bed!! night beautiful kiddies...