I am lazy. My brain has turned to applesauce from 2 months of lounging, (but oh, blessed lounging). I have been in another country, 11 states, driven more than 5,000 miles, eaten god knows what off the side of the road (i DO know that whatever it was, it was greasy and guiltily delecious!), seen all of my immediate family, smoked h*sh and watched horor flicks, read lots of books (my sister has me completely hooked on Charles Baxter), played my flute (for the first time in 4 years), cooked fabuolous bread/casseroles/other, written letters, Mod-podged collaged (hey, that rhymes!) the hell out of my: cell phone, wallet, journals, and storage boxes, walked miles around Portland & Seattle, stayed up late watching "Daily Show" clips online, and... I think all of this concludes 1 thing: IT IS TIME TO GET A JOB. no. really.

I am starting to knaw the ends of my elbows just to see what they taste like I am getting so bored. I could say I am on Killoggs becuase I am bored, (but that isn't true) and if it was, Josh would hit me, and then I would sue him and Ben would laugh at us and throw styrofoam boulders in our direction, and then, well, anyway.

I saw a bumper sitcker the other day that read: KEEP PORTLAND WEIRD. ...i intend to do just this.

I have an interview with the CEO of Portland Goodwills on Monday. I was not seriously thinking of wearing this dragon suit KC gave me to the interview (It kinda looks like GOdzilla, and the top row of teeth/head is on top of yours...), and answering every question with: GRRRROOOOWL!

what do you think?