Highlight of last night's Real World: "No man is worth your tears" -Carmen. Ha! You're 19, sweetheart; just wait five years and you'll find out that some men are worth crying and screaming and throwing telephone receivers over. I am entirely sick of weeping girls that get drunk and black out then don't understand why their mate may want to take a break from the relationship. No sympathy from me, Frankie! You make a mistake and you deal with it. Your honey is going to eventually see the first episode with you all up in Brad's business. It's only a matter of time.

Hightlight of my night last night: PHOTOSHOP! Thank you, oh mighty Boylan and your mighty gift of software! Ron and I set our names on fire last night. Thanks to the goodness of Photoshop and some helpful tips from Tech TV, we are getting the hang of it. Pretty sweet.

I'm about to get my first serious dose of RAAAWWWKKK on Feb 17; J Baker is coming to town and we're going to see Poison the Well. I'm pretty excited. I don't listen to much hardcore music, but this I like. Not The Locust, though. Bee keeper masks, insect eyes and 35 minute-and-a-half-long songs? I'll pass, thanks.

My new favorite thing: ITunes. So much at your fingertips for 99 pennies. Score. My long-standing favorite thing: Irvine Welsh novels. I just finished "Porno," which reunited all the characters from "Trainspotting." Welsh is brilliant because he saved the punch for the last chapter, sometimes the last four pages. You run around in circles because he gives you the most unlikely surprises. I have all his books save one. Start with the short story collection, "The Acid House."

Everyone have a splendid day!!!

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