nobody asked, but...

10:40am: you know what's the best song ever?

my funny valentine.

why did i never know this? who's keeping this information out of my hands?

10:52pm: something that made me smile today.
fucking harv. i write her a testimonial, so she's got to go ahead and write me a better one? anyway, this was the best day ever to be surprised by nice things about myself. here goes:

Amanda is the person I remember whenever I start to shake my fist at the lack of female role models in the world. Dangerous, you say? Well, for sure. But I guess thats the point. You know, it takes a strong person to listen to the same Depeche Mode song on repeat with me in a freezing car somewhere in suburban Chicago. Or watch the same "too-hot-for-thirteen-year-olds" Tim Roth film multiple times. Even to drive me to a Primal Scream concert, buy a ticket, and not go in, cause I am still fucking underage. Amanda has done all of these things without (virtually) a complaint. And its not cause she's too lame to find something else to do. It's cause she's too awesome not to understand that these activities are all seriously really really fun.

dude, the night of the failed ps concert was one the best ever. harv and i went to a psychic and saw the filth and the fury instead, and got hit on by some terrible terrible guy working at the music box. man, i miss you, harv. come to a place with seasons.