i guess i should be talking about the war and how pissed off i am about it, but in all honesty i'm starting to hate friendster way more. aimee, errin, and the scientist all invited me to join, so i did because i am their friend. little did i know that friendster.com is pretty much a site where scenesters collect virtual trading cards of their many tattooed friends, and post them so that everyone knows how popular they are. it's fucking annoying. it's like makeout club meets the kevin bacon game and i think i'm going to get out very soon. currently, i'm having fun finding out how people are connected to me. you have no idea what a small fucking world it is. watch what you say about people, cos chances are, the person you're sitting next to knows them. unless you don't give a shit. which is a better way to be. so war=bad, Friendster=worse.

Althought i did spend 3 hours outside today protesting the war and not friendster. which was fun. but last night's 11-2 marathon of flyering and chalking the streets of boston to get the word out about the protests was a lot more fun. the city is yours for the taking at 1 am on a wednesday.

what i'm listening to

i've totally been playing the psychedelic fur's "pretty in pink" over and over.