i am such a wuss. no, really. i’m completely nonconfrontational even when some asskicking is warranted. my downstairs neighbor, the one who steals my mail and takes polaroids of my trash? she stood under my window and yelled my name for like half an hour today until i came downstairs, then gave me this near-incomprehensible lecture about how i’m such a whore and i don’t properly bag my recyclables. i mean, what? this is the woman who steals my god damn mail, here. not to mention that my recyclables are impeccably bagged; i even have those translucent blue bags specifically for such things. but so i was very polite and nodded and smiled and went back upstairs. gah.

<jonathans> i’ll drink to that
<emma> i’ll drink to you drinking to that
<jonathans> i’ll drink you to drinking my drink
<emma> i’ll drink to that

alcoholics, the lot of us.

i talked to barry t smith today. he is cool. his comic is cool. hooray.

killfile, baby, don’t be mad. you know i still love you. even if i am married to rstevens. you’re the one i am always thinking of, sugar, you know that.