I am trying to evolve.

Whenever I'm really feeling like I don't want to do something, my favorite way to procrastinate is to go back in time and read old entries in this blog. Oftentimes, I'm not going to lie, I really just crack myself up. But then I also want to smack myself other times for being so lame and angsty for Pete's sake.

One of these days, in the name of all things Narcissus, I have every intention of buying a fresh ink cartrdige and a pack of printer paper and printing out these entries to make them slightly more permenant. I think they'd make a lovely sequel to The Diary of 1995-1998. Criminy.

A reoccuring theme I would like to call a bit of attention to is that every time I have brought up life in Los Angeles after college, it always involves subsiding on Tostitos. I really don't know why that is, it's not like Tostitos are your typical destitute man's snack or anything. But it's true, that is what I imagine eating a lot of when I become poor and Californian.

So, big news. Liz, Meaghan, and myself have finally done it. We had waited long enough. We decided we were in the right place in our lives. The timing was right. We felt comfortable. It had to happen sooner or later, but we didn't want to rush it. We were ready, physically and emotionally, to deal with whatever would result from...putting up our beautiful silver tinsel Christmas tree before Thanksgiving.

Yeah.

Speaking of Thanksgiving, in one week I will offically be on BREAK, and everyone will be in Leominster, and it will just be great. And then, the day AFTER Thanksgiving, the radio stations will start playing non stop Christmas music, and I WON'T be working black Friday at LNT (I never have, but can you imagine anything more horrible?) and maybe it will snow, and then won't everything just be lovely.

I just made two cookies out of this enormous tube of cookie dough, and I think now is the time to eat them.

Great.