Nope

Last night, i sent this message to a friend in response to a bulletin she posted on myspace:

could be worse.

could be sitting around watching episodes of The Office and writing an essay about how Dan Marino never winning the Superbowl symbolically represents your love life.

Or you could just be me in general. that in totality seems worse than reading Joyce.

i wonder how my mom would feel if she knew this was how i felt 4 days out of the week.