i wrote it all down

i've become monen, in that i can't stop writing every fucking thing that happens down in a small book. i'm not planning a screenplay, though, i'm planning ... umm ... i haven't even thought about that. the easy answer is poems, but you can't talk about writing poetry without sounding retarded. try it. see?

also, i got kidnapped by the gresh-sorluccos and they sent me home from jersey with 350 songs burned on a dvd, a huge bag of clothes that geoff's mom picked out twenty years ago that fit me perfectly (and we have the same exact taste? come on, that is weird, because this is my stupid taste in clothes we're talking about. i'm wearing a turnip vest right now. AND this is only second-dibs, cos sharon got first-dibs.) other gresh-sorlucco spoils include: chicken salad sandwich, six hours of weird stories about prostitutes and landladies and earthquakes on stage while performing cabaret in tokyo (WHAT?), sweatshirt too small for geoff, borrowed boots, quality time with two nice cats and a ninja cat, and quality time with fucking katamari!!! (34 of the 350 songs on that dvd are the two katamari soundtracks).

i have to sleep, now. i am overstimulated.

love,
amy