saturday.october.13.2001.three twenty three am.

a couple updates and corrections...

first, i'm still in boston, and i'll be here for two more weeks. the date i'm scheduled to leave now is the 26th. let's hope it doesn't get pushed back any farther.

second, i finally picked my car up last night. the general concensus is that it's "tight". to that, i say "word".

and now for the entry -

ok, someone just sent me an "InstaKiss", someone who wishes to remain a "Secret Admirer". now, the last time i got something similar to this in an email, it turned out to be my best friend sending a reply to one that she got to everybody in her address book hoping to get a match, but this is different. this isn't something i can reply to in order to find out who sent it to me. which means I'LL NEVER KNOW WHO SENT IT. i'd like to emphasize again how much i hate these things. it's all well and good that someone wants to InstaKiss me, but what the fuck, huh? why be a secret admirer? sac the fuck up and tell me yourself, dammit. it's much more flattering and cool to have someone say those things to your face. and who else is online this damn late, anyway? everyone on my buddy list has an away message turned on. this secret admirer is either: someone i don't know, which is both sad and frightening; or someone i do know, who is trying pretty hard to conceal themself by going on under a different name (and this thing is delivered via IM, so i'm sure whoever it is has to be signed on to AOL or AIM in order for them to send it) which is fairly elaborate, which is also kind of pathetic and scary. whoever sent it, if you read this, gather up all your balls and tell me to my face. i promise, i'll appreciate it.

fun fact: according to thespark.com, i'm 80% male. for all of you who don't know, i'm definitely female. although i have been able to squat 220lbs, i know what a 225 slant-6 is (and have installed one), and would sell an organ on the black market if it meant seeing the red sox win a championship, it has been made abundantly clear to me lately how much of a fucking girl i can be when it comes to relationships. i am neither happy nor proud of this, but i felt like sharing.

it's almost four now, so i'm going to get to sleep before two things happen. i don't want to see the sun rise before i go to bed and i don't want to start rambling incoherantly. hopefully i'm not too late for the latter yet.

before i go, however, i'd like to call attention to today's song. just call me 'optimistic liss'.

nighty night