screw introspection and sobriety! we're heading to wonderland. drunken abandon and columbia heights hipsters, here i come.

i should also note that tommy's and my relationship has evolved (devolved?) to the point where we joke about who we would run away with in blogland, if the opportunity arose (and the blogger would have us. but who wouldn't have us? we're adorable). my inherent discretion (bwahaha) prevents me from stating who, but not from asking you all: who in blogland would you run away with? who's your blog crush? c'mon, don't be shy; it's just the internets. and i know it's me. you can say it.

UPDATE: in drunken debauchery, kriston and susan told me this is now a meme (ie, me, tommy, kriston and susan were talking about it; 4 people=meme) so now everybody has to do it. DO IT. (it was seriously drunken debauchery; somebody got "i heart pumping" written in sharpie on his face. and a borf tag on his arm.)

UPDATE II: FINE! i realize i need to facilitate this. i think the ghost and fontana labs are crushworthy. now you go. this is a safe place.

oh, blog. bloggity blog blog. i've missed you this week. i been busy over here. but i still love you, baby. tommy's taking good care of you. posting pictures of his belt and whatnot. it's great. and nobody ever leaves racist ass comments here. i love you, commenters. zunta blog readers: not racist. good job, guys.

it's been a weird couple of weeks. moving is starting to hit me a little bit more. i'm ready to do it, yet can't quite get ready to totally do it due to work and timing, so i feel like i'm caught in flux. it's strange. i don't really like it. i want to be here, fully, or i want to be doing something, going somewhere. i'm just in between right now. and as a result, blogging moody posts on a friday night. i thought about going out tonight, but tommy is reading HP, and i'm tired after a farewell work happy hour (which was totally sweet; my coworkers bought me one of those ipod base speaker thingamajigs as a going away present. they're awesome. they also made me drink 15 vodka tonics. not so awesome. but still kinda awesome).

i leave work august 12. i have about a month before heading to chicago after that, and i'm not sure what i'm going to do with myself. hopefully, a lot of running. hopefully a lot of meat-eating and beer-swilling. i thought about doing a DC SOB type list, but we'll see.

it's a weird time, internet. maybe i should sign up for a livejournal account. because, what the fuck, that's what this is turning into. maybe i should go put on a hoodie and cry to conor oberst.

Oh, Tivo. You know me better than I know myself. Did I realize how badly I wanted to watch the first four minutes of STEALTH? No, I did not.

But you did. You put that little "thumbs up for more!" icon on the ad for it, and when I inevitably clicked it, you had the footage ready. Without you I never would have known that the movie is about an elite fighter jet squadron created to fight terrorism.

Thank you.

I'm trying to figure out this whole ebook thingy, and stumbled across Amazon's bestselling ebook chart. There's smut, Dan Brown, and very little else. Ew.