The VMAs were on last night. I know it's old news, but I'm still blown away by Britney's transformation from virginal girl-next-store to whore. Yeah, it's harsh, but true. I can't believe what the current recording climate is like. Whole new meaning to Action Jesus.

I'm tired. Alan made me stay up and watch The Professional last night. Which was worth it. Great movie. But I'm tired. I got the soundtrack to Chelsea Walls yesterday. Jeff Tweedy did it. Pretty cool. It has Robert Sean Leonard doing The Lonely 1, which is weird. I've often heard it rumored that the song was written by Tweedy after touring with The Replacements and watching Paul Westerberg. I could be wrong. I know the Westerberg experience definitely relates to We've Been Had which was in the Uncle Tupelo days. Great song. I am inches away from being 100% done with my old apartment and roommate. I have everything out except cleaning supplies. Yay. But it's the last few inches that are going to be so stressful. I have this overwhelming fear that I am forgetting something crucial and I will destroy my life because of it. I also know Nightmare Roommate isn't going to make this easy for me. Not to mention the fact that, universally, large things happen over Labor Day weekend and mom and Peter always go on vacation. There's something that makes me nervous when I know I can't cry to mom. It's their anniversary today.

I got an email from Tom today. He has this habit of calling me up every so often to hang out. We hang out, he tries to coax me into bed, I tell him to take a flying leap, he disappears. I just need to stop acknowledging him. He's a cool guy in many other aspects. Although I did have fun when he was in Jaqi Q and we would go on weekend mini-tours in the tour bus. I'd work the swag booth and Jaqi would throw my name into songs randomly. She'd always play Janis Joplin for me. I think that bus actually was sold to Wookie Foot when Shannon was managing them. I remember I would go and visit my signature on the bus roof and wish I hadn't written what I had written because it was sorta lame. 7:33 pm Somebody hacked the RIAA site. Well done. Now if they could just take down Clear Channel, I'd be thrilled.

Thought I'd post a NR story: Nightmare Roommate likes cats. TANGENT: Ramona HATED her because she would pick her up and squeeze her and try to pet her. Ramona is far too aloof to allow that sort of nonsense. So she hid from her. Nightmare Roommate likes cat-themed things because she likes cats. So I have to deal with cat salt and pepper shakers, cat blankets, god-awful cat Christmas decals... She thinks that because I HAVE a cat I must want all things cat-themed. So she thinks it looks really cute to have her cat stuff in the living room and kitchen. It's not. It's ugly. But there is no way you can tell someone that. Nightmare Roommate likes Budweiser Beer (see where I'm going with this?). Nightmare Roommate gets the Bud merchandise catalog and orders shirts and other CRAP. We had a plastic blow-up Budweiser sun in our living room. A SUN, for god's sake! And since I occasionally used to drink Bud Light, she would assume I wanted Bud Light crap. I hate Bud Light crap. Keep in mind, this is a woman who has a framed print hanging in her room that is the "All I needed to know I learned in Kollege Colege Collage College".

I missed the State Fair this year. The food of the year is Macaroni-on-a-stick. I think they're slipping. The food's just not as shocking and god-awful as it used to be. Bring back the deep fat-fried candybars! We're a buncha Minnesota fatties. Just go to the Sprawl of America's food court. This country is the most obese place anywhere. I go to Europe and I'm considered obese. It's because of the portions here. Everything is friggin' super-sized. Go to any typical dull "Americana" restaurant, like TGI Friday's, Chili's, Applebees... all the portions are huge. And with the "Clean Plate Club" America is effectively screwed, weight-wise. I can't believe how lazy America is (yes, I know this is a sweeping generalization. I don't care). It's like it's more important to get the biggest bang for your buck. If they're told they can super size it for just an extra 99¢ they think it's a good deal. No, you just paid an extra 99¢ and you get to eat a bunch of food you don't need, Chubby. Talk about a step out of the seventeenth century. Iran just ruled that woman had the right to petition for divorce. 'Bout time. I've been adding stories to my nightmare roommate page. I get to post it after Saturday at noon, as at that moment I am thru with her FOREVER!!!! Bwahahahaha!

We have a new office mascot. An albino baby squirrel has taken up residence on the patio. And since we've started feeding it, it might stick around. Which is horrible, as we tend to befriend animals (ducks, birds) and they die in horrible ways and I hate it. Bloody depressing. I feel like I'm forgetting what I should be doing. Action Jesus isn't helping me today. I should have a web cam for Action Jesus. Everyone needs a web cam, right? Blah. I am so neglectful of this site. There's nothing interesting to write about. Saw Six Feet Under and Sex in the City last night. The former was very good. I can see why there's hype. The latter was just sorta blah. Didn't seem all that special. Altho I did hear the first year was the best.