your ass, it draws me in like a bermuda highway

on mother lands and mother seas, here's what we believe, it's simple, we don't want to kill

i wonder if the fact that starbucks has devendra's "heard somebody say" on their regular "contemporary grind" menu (I know, what in god's name is "contemporary grind"? it includes the band of horses, the black eyed peas, radiohead, death cab, etc. and a smattering of whatever starbucks thinks is quasi-underground) is a passive declaration of the company's political stance on the war...i mean because you can't really understand his quivering ambiguous ethnic voice (is he hispanic or just weird?)

because andrew "studly" waldman is the hothothotttesssst bf ever he bought me "freaks and geeks" on dvd which i am so looking forward to spending many slovenly days in my pajamas watching.

i ate fried pickles the other day.

now that i sort of have life (a.k.a. SCHOOL), i'm finally going to start white teeth.  this should please andrew and he should likewise read me talk pretty one day.  it's only right since we just saw david sedaris live. 

fried pickles are really not half bad, by the way.  my buddy ian from starbucks told me about this place called "the town fryer" on superior-they literally fry EVERYTHING.  i'm gonna have to get over there one of these days since i am now a fried food afficionado (i think you offically become one after you have eaten fried pickles- it's only right). 

i'm gonna be hungover for easter.

dear annapolis scruffs,

                                   i will be home in 4 days.  order up the crab pretzel at riordan's and i'll meet you there. ooh ooh or the turkey burger at ram's head and some fordham's light.  annnnd definitely a painkiller VI like whoa at pusser's.  so basically we are going everywhere on saturday night, plus the sly fox if the outside is open.  definitely. 

Love, Lindsey

if you get the chance you should read david sedaris's new short story, "the understudy" in the latest issue of The New Yorker.  although, i'm sure it's better when he tells it...live...yes, i am slightly mocking you.

i will love them as if i had actually given birth to them.

married to the sea

kramer vs. kramer

helloooo, i have no time for you.  i feel like dennis hopper in kramer vs. kramer, engaged in an ugly divorce with "the" homework. i love you, no i hate you, i'm angry, confused, and you, young typepad, are the little towheaded boy i have no time and very little patience for but i desperately love.  screw you meryl, a.k.a. my impossible, moody, deserting, urban spatial structures labs.