it begins. again.

Since this is for venting bile, I think I'll begin here.

1. I hate, hate, hate artichokes. There were artichokes in my spaghetti sauce this evening. I was not amused.

2. Why are my ex-boyfriends all a) pretentious, b) jerks, or c) in need of a good kick in the pants? A guy I dated about... let's say 6 years ago... he's a music major. Thus, he is the most important human being ever. He wrote a thesis on Blue Oyster Cult. He worships at the altar of Boston. BOSTON, for fuck's sake. They aren't even good! For a period of time, he had a ponytail and wore biker boots. And this is a frail, pasty nerd we're talking about here. And the guitar? Total compensation tactic. And today, he took a picture of his new tattoo, on his pasty, flabby bicep. And it's terrible. And I know I shouldn't, but I think that's really really funny.

3. Steve's in California until next week. Dammit.

4. The Chernobyl essay still hasn't written itself. I'm getting impatient.

More later. Cranky now.