life lesson #138: never chase a piece of cherry starburst with a miniature hershey bar.

holy shit, that was nasty.

and on a more pleasant note, another entry in the random-amusement file. the setting: talking to dimitrios over IM. but an advance warning: this one is for fans of survivor only.

me: what's up?
dimitrios: muffin.
me: you never cease to amuse me
dimitrios: oh glory!

there are stacks and stacks of back issues of entertainment weekly on my floor.

allow me to explain why.

i snapped awake from a five-minute-that-turned-into-two-and-a-half-hour nap (hate it when that happens) and suddenly (and inexplicably) remembered that there was this article that appeared in entertainment weekly sometime during the past year about this 17- or 18-year-old who wrote a book. i meant to read it, but i had no idea as to the author's name or the book's title. so i had to rummage through my "archives" (i.e., under my bed, in my closet, through my nightstand drawers) and locate the issue with the article in it. of course, i had no clue regarding what issue this was or who was on the cover or anything, so it took a while. it was the third-to-last issue in my stack?

nick mcdonell is the author. twelve is the title. i will look for it tomorrow.

like i need more books in my to-read pile.

which reminds me, there's a bret easton ellis book i need to look for, too.