I kind of want to have a son. I want him to be taller than me and to make fun of me sometimes. He will spend his life searching for a girl that can cook like his mom.

It makes me ill that Philadelphia Union games come on ABC. I have to watch the Flyers online like a common animal.

That won't be a problem for much longer, though. I'm equally upset that my fly guys are in 8th. They're totally going to lose at least half of these remaining seven games. Hating life.

Unrelated.

Yes:
- Podcast talk over veggie risotto
- April
- December
- When people come over and eat lots of food
- Winter
- Monster talk
- Vampire Hunter
- Bully Hill

No:
- Overhearing yuppies talk about yoga. You are why people hate yoga.
- Flash mobs
- Bridesburg
- Sorry
- Taxes
- Waiting
- Wasting time

EPIC DAY OF TRIUMPH!!

Geeking. the. fuck. out.

Going to Penn will be the best thing EVVVVEEERRRRRRR.

Short-lived.

Made me blush

"She needs to scream or it won't work."

Pop died

Today I watched my mom fill out a stack of release forms. This reminded me of when I used to forge her signature as a child. I got really good at duplicating her John Hancock.

The technical term for cremated remains is "cremains." When I heard the undertaker say this word, I almost laughed in the funeral home. I felt like a jerk.

Friday will be a circus. Starting Saturday, I will never have to talk to my degenerate family again.

It's finally over. I feel tired and sad.