did you salt the dumplings?

tonight i met a man with a dog named "ugly." but of course, he wasn't ugly. perhaps merely inscrutable.
i'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, and i know everyone else is too (of me). god love them. (whichever god they prescribe to.) my god is the people i love and give it back. i'm sorry for weeping so much recently. lately i have had much to apologize for.
all apologies, i am.
deena: you have no idea how many people love the mere idea of you being anywhere near them. busy-lady that you are, when we can be together i am honestly honored that i get to be there.
natalie: i miss you so much. you are truly a light. please don't lose that. i've been able to watch you grow up. you've watched me grow up too. we've both helped each other become who we are.
samantha: if i didn't have you, then what would i do? we joke about getting married and having babies... but please know that (if i was into girls) there's nobody else i would love to do that with. why we haven't had drunken sex is beyond me.
anyway, deena and i were just talking about budget monks. and, yes, they are highly respectable and intriguing. but don't you think someone's title should be able to be defined? a budget monk? as opposed to those high-spending, jet-setting monks? okay. fine. let them get one more monk-inch ahead of me in the line toward heaven. but if they're listening to an i-fucking-pod, then my foot is not gonna be flip-flopping it, it's gonna be up a monk's ass. will i be sent to hell? probably. but good. because you know what he's listening to on that i-pod should probably make his neck be broken by geena davis. (rent "the long kiss goodnight" for reference.)
on another note, i'm really into bisquick lately. go figure.