this building is really strange. they have the thermostats set in such a weird way that there are numerous mini climates within the confines of a single floor. the fact that there are three separate temperature ranges that i journey through on my way to and from the restroom is really…well…strange.

kim's asian grill is open again. i had their sesame chicken for lunch. rejoice. i love you kim.

the sultans album is currently the soundtrack to my life.

apologies to matt for making him think that he was a roommate that sucked. i was referencing my living arrangement prior to moving into casa di bipolar.

i think that next time i meet a girl and we go through those beginning motions of "the dating game", i'm gonna make her sign a contract. within that contract there will be several provisions, including:

you (the girl) will let me know whenever you change your mind and decide that you don't like me anymore. this is to help us both. (a) i'll stop calling you and asking you to go out and (b) you can stop telling your roommate, mom, dad, cleaning lady, goldfish, or whoever to tell me you're either not home or taking a nap or dead. thank you.

think that'll go over well?