Obviously, doctor, you've never been a 13 year old girl.

Watched "The Virgin Suicides" tonight. Am still pondering it. Yep.
In other news, I am going over to Michael's tomorrow night to watch game 6 of the Stanley Cup. I haven't really watched hockey for a couple of years now. The last game I saw I actually went to with C and the Canucks were already out of the playoffs, so he gave me the ticket for cheap. But it is the Stanley Cup and, apparently, I am willing to sit into triple overtime (as evidenced last night), so I need to see this through. Plus? Michael and I are having fun. He seems suspiciously excited that I am coming over tomorrow night. And the game starts at 5pm (this is to be read that: he's leaving work early and he's missing a workout). The capper? He's like, "so what kind of beer should I pick up?" and then he made a joke about Coors Light.
My new boss starts tomorrow and I'm already being bitchy. No, I'm sure it'll be fine. Actually, I anticipate being made redundant within a year. Guess I better work on my scheming master plan to defraud the company of millions sooner rather than later. Oh right... we're not cash flow positive. Damnit.
Wow. Boring.
Stayed true to my weirdness and wore capri pants and sandals and relished all the spring puddles today.
This is the shit, eh? This is why you tune in.