Labels: google owns everything, i'd rather be in jamaica, no more pink frosting, template
i don't need the google account anyway.
the only "pro" on this imaginary list is the labels. and what fun i can have with those. really.
oh, and i refuse to go and "retro-label" my old posts. waste of time. i disabled the archives too, because i went back and read some of my shit from last year and they were fucking stupid. i like the idea that everything i write here is transient, and will disappear into the black hole of the internet after a fixed period of time. i'm sure that in a year or so, if i came back and looked at some of the stuff i wrote this year, i'd cringe and make it go away.
i messed around with the template and not only got it to display titles for posts, but i also moved the date to the bottom of the post. aand i fixed the time zone clock thingy.
been blissed out on cupcakes all day. and last night as well, come to think of it. before valentine's day, i can't remember the last time i ate a cupcake, and now i don't want to see another one for some time. and if i see any more pink frosting, i'll shoot it. ahhh, and i had no class last night and none today due to the inclement weather.
do you sometimes pretend that things are one way when they really are another? do you make yourself believe something that you know, on some level, is not and never could be true?
and every morning when i go to breakfast in the nest, buy my coffee, toast my bagel, and sit down to eat, the television on the wall is always showing ads for jamaica. and i see negril and kingston, runaway bay and dunn's river falls, even rose hall splashed out across the plasma flat screen in all their sunny glory, as bob marley (or really, someone channeling him) sings "one love" in the background. and i feel a terrible wave of homesickness wash over me.
i hate the cold.
Labels: google owns everything, sicky sick, templatebeta blogger. this is a sign that google will eventually (if they don't already) own the planet. ooh yes, i'm new and improved now, and to celebrate it,
what you can see: i got myself a lovely new template.
in other news, i would like there to be an impenetrable wall around me with a flashing neon sign running around the outside of it (a la the constantly running horizontal stock market bars on buildings in new york city), simply stating "I AM SICK, PLEASE FUCK OFF." it would be like a get out of jail free card, the ultimate excuse to get out of absolutely everything. sadly, that doesn't work in real life. i missed seeing dir en grey in philly because i couldn't not go to class, i haven't made it to the gym in a week, and i'm dragging my carcass around, coughing painfully, not being able to speak properly because of the coughing, and just generally feeling sorry for myself.
