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I just walked past a mirror and realized I've been sitting around for the past hour in my underwear, a pair of army socks, and a knit cap. I look like I am getting ready to join the polar bear club for some icy swimming fun. Ugh. I am the opposite of sex. I turned on MTV on all the TVs in the house. If I was snorting coke and it was 1985, I would feel like a Bret Easton Ellis novel. Tonight I am going to see the movie Snatch. I hate that word, it is my most hated word. Ugh again. Sincerely,
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