My roommate started a livejournal on friday and today she posted a rather deranged poem about red jello. You really should read it.
I just opened the door to the basement to make sure the light was off and I got the biggest chill--I'm started to believe our house is really haunted. Wouldn't that be fun??!?!?!?
Last night, while reading my journal (the paper one--much more juicy information, heh) that I tend to go after guys in pairs of two. Now I don't mean that when I date (or just hook-up with) a guy, I date two, but rather if I date one guy named Boris, then soon enough I'll date another guy named Boris. Two Steves, Two Erics, Two Mikes, Two Johns, Two Shanes, Two Adams, etc...Funny cycle if you ask, I wonder what it says about me.....
My roommate, Jen, thinks my livejournal picture is an ovary. Perhaps that's a good indication that it's time to change pictures :)