i don't care who you fuck.

alright, folks, yes, here it is... it's the phrase of the day.
from my friend nonnie, whom i love but not enough to know if that is the correct spelling of her name or not. either way:
"...yeah, but what goes around comes around, cuz he ended up having a stroke in the face."
thankyou nonnie. it's the little gold nuggets like these you find in your dreary day that just make everything seem really sparkly and satisfactory. really it is.

in other news, nine out of ten dentists think i'm fat. in actuality, it all just depends on who i'm seen standing next to.
do i stand next to you? are you making me fat? reflect and discuss.

earlier today, a man-child in my career class was discussing possibly going into a field that involves "laying down semen" with some guy named mason. i was obviously intrigued, but later found out he was actually just mispronouncing the word cement and that mason is not only a gentleman's name, but a job title that involves working with stone and/or brick. personally, i'd stick with the semen. and coincidentally, there are also glass containers called mason jars wherein my mother makes jellies, or i bring to my bedtoom to pee in after a long night of drinking alot of pabst blue ribbon.
the man-child is still, as of yet, undecided on his career path.

how many times have you ever been hysterical so far in your life? balls-out, ballistic, blabbering and blubbering hysterical? me, just once. not a pretty moment in time. i'm usually pretty much emotionless. anyway, how does my number stack up? i couldn't find any statistics on ask jeeves. though they apparently can find you a great recipe for lasagna.
i'm just mad about lasagna. aren't you?