Postscript

And they eat really loudly. Like, lip-smacking and slurping. I have this weird problem with seeing other people eat normally, but geeeeez! It's making me ill.

Also, they like to state the obvious.

Maybe college has turned me into a snobby bitch?

Kill me.

These people baby-talk their cats like none others. It is driving me insane. I have had pets of various kinds my entire life, so I'm not opposed to talking to them or anything, but the high voiced baby talk kills me.

Also, they ask me everything about five times. Simple questions:
"Are those your glasses?"
"No."
"They aren't your glasses?"
"Nope."
"So they aren't yours?"
"No."
"Those right there? Aren't yours?"

What, do you want them to be mine?

M.I.A. (again)

Sorry, I've been missing for days now, I know. The problem is that I am, as they say, "in transition" and bumming around between family friends' houses, some of which (horrors!) only have dial-up. Also, it has been very boring so there hasn't been much to write.

Okay so that's not strictly true. The first set of family friends turned out to be really cool and young and all we did was booze and watch bad television (Parental Control, America's Funniest Home Videos, etc.), with a little bit of eating on the side. It was pretty sweet. But now it is boring and kind of awkward.

I'm thinking about taking a trip up to Bahston to visit my best friend from college for a couple of days before it's time to head back to Philly for the beginning of work and life and all that jazz. That'll be on the 20th.

I'm sorry, this was a random and probably boring post. I just didn't want you to think I'd been hit by a truck or anything like that.