Well, I suppose it’s time to feed my Xanga again – unlike most American women, Xangas can’t go two weeks without eating.
A lot of very uninteresting events have happened in the past thirteen days. For one, my girlfriend and I got back together again (in fact, we apparently never technically broke up in the first place). Of course, I’m not saying that my girlfriend is uninteresting – but what happens in my sex(less)-life is none of your damned business.
For another, my friend Alex, whom I haven’t seen for a very long time, is coming up later today. Those of you who have seen my very funny, very original, award-winning Emmy-nominated documentary on Alex know who I’m talking about. I was going to post a few clips from the movie, but I find myself unfortunately unable to do so: earlier today, Windows thought it would be a funny joke to delete my backup partition while I was formatting my hard-drive. I punched Windows in the face and spouted dirty racial-slurs at it, but alas, even all the hate I could muster was unable to recover my lost files. I went so far as to hire a few white-supremacists to aid me in my exorcism, but even that effort proved futile in the end.
Oh well. What was I going to do with the past four years of my life, anyways?
I better get back to watching over my (currently internet-less) laptop, before it decides to melt or catch fire or something. Xanga’s full enough, anyway, with all the bullshit the rest of you keep feeding it.
