Those Footsome Changes

yes i realize this bloggy poo title is too derrivative of my last one, but do i care? no. is anybody reading this?... no! and if you are reading this, add a comment. i will be surprised to discover a reader. i like surprises (sometimes).

so anyway, it's settled. we don't care about regurtitated titles.

i am now 24, which i can't say i'm terribly thrilled about, on top of which this blogspot site is incredibly cumbersome to navigate and doesn't often lend sympathy to my general confusion. i see that with age has NOT come wisdom. simply moving up a notch in the numeric world has not proved to extend my comprehension of blogs or their functions.

on an even more irrelevant note (though there's no root topic, so in a way nothing in this post is truly irrelevant), i watched that 'house' thing as usual. it was awesome. i am not a tv junkie, but i 'have my shows.'

um.

i enjoy the idea of writing in this blog say over the concept of myspace. it seems more credible, though blogs really shouldn't be taken too seriously i suppose. except 'true stories of a porn clerk.' that is a must-read. it's as addictive as............hm. something. i'll say asparagus. that's pretty addictive, but it makes something happen to your pee.

hm.

well

i guess it's bedtime.