of 7-peso eggs

i could be so disappointing sometimes.
especially to myself.
makes me more endearing.
even if only to myself.
of course.

there's a song in the 25th annual putnam county spelling bee that goes
life is pandemonium.
those kids got it early.
it takes a while for the rest of us.
worse, we drag along other people,
almost always unconsciously.

but in the final analysis...
wahehehe. i'm starting to hate that line.
...in the final analysis...
it's so hate-able 'cause when is final finally final.

anyway,
when do i leap?

lisnin to Usher and R. Kelly realizing they made out with the same girl
sortof readin M. Night Shyamalan's The Village reviews
feelin kinda zigzagidy-ingly lazy and spoiled