don't read this post, you will never get these 3 minutes of your life back

it's impossible to get any work done or step out of the house for the first time in four days and get some fresh unrecycled air because the internet is just too full of interesting shit i hate but can't tear myself away from. that's why now i only go to places that have wifi.

new things the internet has got me to start (i was going to say "inspired" but really, that word's just too much for me) in the last month: photography, just so i can see it up on that pretty flickr page, collages, just so i can blog about it, twitter, just so i can be "cool" too. coming up: faking stop motion with my brother in law's camera, a new flickr set on the geometry of this city, walks. i think i need to lose some of the doritos weight i've gained here.

here, when i go into restaurants, i have to ask for water "with no ice." if i say water "without ice" they pause, analyze, and confirm, "with no ice?" and i say, "yes, with no ice." as if "no ice" is something they add to the water. my sister finds this funny. yknow what i find funny? why they give you ice by default. that never happens where i come from. a lot of things here don't happen where i come from.

speaking of where i come from (or just to change the topic), i've started to develop a healthy dislike for this blog. mostly because every time i want to write something here, my mind immediately starts to list all the people who will read it and what effect it will have on them and, more importantly, my relationship with them. and once i start analyzing that, i forget what i wanted to write and just keep analyzing the relationship. which never makes me feel very good about the relationship. i think i should start a new blog, a secret blog, where i can be as depressive and lame as i want without worrying about which friend, family member, or ex boyfriend may read it and laugh or frown or decide to unblock me on gtalk.

or maybe i should start writing a journal. like one of those notebooks with small locks and those tiny keys you can barely hold and then you lose and then you have to break into a goddamn notebook.

i'm going to go see what swissmiss has posted today. i like swissmiss. i bet she has minions surfing the net for her sitting under her table passing along blog-worthy stuff to her so she can grandly sit and do Other Important Work. i think they sit under the table because the word "minions" always makes me think of small things.

speaking of small things, i'm going to go see where doll is sleeping today.