Oh, wow.

Like, I just saw Perry Farrell.

At the Masquerade. For free. He was the DJ. Wow.

And I shook his hand, and told him he was the last real idealist.

And I swear he was making goo-goo eyes at me during his set.

Like, wow.

Bummer.

I'm not just geekalicious, I'm stalkeriffic.

A little bit like home

Tonight I was sitting by myself in my little apartment with a bowl of Chicken Voila and a book for class. I had my television on Court TV (man, I missed that channel) and my little orange "housewarming" candle burning, and it was just kind of quiet, and I realized that it really was my own place, and, I don't know, it felt a little bit like happiness.