Those of you interested in reading the incipient posts of this web log will need to peruse the archives. I can't explain this site, how to create links, or why posts from three days ago are already archived. C'est la vie. As long as you can read the steamy details of my life, right?

I love my parents' telezapper. I hope those telemarketers burn, baby, burn.

Breakfast at Tiffany's was on TV today, and it reminded me of Melissa (myaimistrue.blogspot.com). I can't draw a stick figure to save my life, but Melissa truly created some of the most beautiful art works I saw in college. She turned a duplex in Columbia into her canvas and I would have killed to live there. Not that my own apartment wasn't satisfactory. It just lacked...cleanliness...and decoration.