"We have a whole life to live together you fucker, but it can't start until you call."

New york style cheesecake was a fair trade to attending my junior prom. Despite everyone else's views I still think it'll be cool to one day look back and say "Yeah, I didn't attend my prom." You'll see how right I am someday, well maybe you won't because I'm betting you, who ever you are went to your prom. So like I said I had some cheesecake, family crawfish boil, and watched Me you and everyone we know all the way through. Miranda July is in short a genius and I want to go to Barnes and noble and buy her book "No one belongs here more than you." We are all lonely souls, our bones are quivering for warmth. I'm starting to question the word soul mate and my cyinicism becomes more epic everyday. I'm surrounded by "souls" yearning for a mate but they seem nowhere to be found. Earlier today I was tempted to scrub my kitchen floors with a toothbrush, only because it seemed fun in movies. I still wish my life had a soundtrack that followed me around. Different songs would cue for different moods, etc. Oh no, I really am growing odder everday. I don't want to get married, ever. Why is everyone so boring and why can't I accept that? No one says "cheers" and clinks glasses anymore. Society is straying from it's quirky concepts. What was the fucking purpose of this entry. I need a vacation.. Hey, remind me to take out the f bombs before I inform my mom about my blog. (One day I just might.)