oooh great party at wyatt's last nite. lots of hottness. old milwaukee, tequila, wario ware inc., the new karaoke revolution [46,645 on "...baby one more time," thank you very much], neverending game of three man, trek through scary and muddy new jersey woods around 2:30, playground where we flipped over bars which resulted in a band of bruises across my stomach, sleeep, bob evans for breakfast, mmm...

i. am ANNOYINGLY tickled by boy and i want this tickled-ness to GO THE FUCK AWAY. boy is in pictures below. go look.

pretty, yes?

anyway. i went to the free yeah yeah yeahs show tonite at penn's landing. FAB. ULOUS. Karen O spit on me, and i thanked her for doing such. she is probably the most beautiful, amazing, fabulous woman on the planet. i would take it from osama if i could be her.

and now i'm beat-ass tired and need to go to sleep. i have responsible, big-girl stuff to do tomorrow, and i need to be in a good mood in order to do it.

my ass is tired of sitting on the hard, sticky plastic seats of the good old 36 trolley. someone send me a car for my birthday right now. thanks.

less than a month until i'm gloriously 21. watch out now.