It's educational!

Happy Quarter-of-a-Century, Sean! You are, like, SO FREAKING OLD now!

I have car insurance for when my current insurance runs out on Tuesday. It only has me on it, and my car. And it is cheap. The Insurance Lady says it's because my credit is so good. She says people my age don't usually have excellent credit. Suckers!

I was approved for the apartment. Hooray! Hooray! Now I just need them to call me back so I can go sign the lease and feel all official and crap. And then I need to move in. I'm tentatively setting the moving date for Sunday, 23 June. I'm going to try to reserve a truck. Who wants to help? (I don't have THAT much stuff, I swear!)

Steve, we still need to go car stereo shopping. I think I deserve it.

I must try to beat Ryan's score in Collapse now. You're doing something with me on Tuesday (Ryan), so you know. Post-divorce celebration, or something.

Friday song lyrics

(been a while - I should get back to this)

PRETTY IN PINK

caroline laughs and it's raining all day
she loves to be one of the girls
she lives in the place in the side of our lives
where nothing is ever put straight
she turns her self round and she smiles and she says
"this is it that's the end of the joke"
and loses herself in her dreaming and sleep
and her lovers walk through in their coats

pretty in pink
isn't she pretty in pink
isn't she...

all of her lovers all talk of her notes
and the flowers that they never sent
and wasn't she easy
and isn't she pretty in pink
the one who insists he was first in the line
is the last to remember her name
he's walking around in this dress that she wore
she is gone but the joke's the same

pretty in pink
isn't she pretty in pink
isn't she...

caroline talks to you softly sometimes
she says "i love you" and "too much"
she doesn't have anything you want to steal
well, nothing you can touch
she waves...she buttons your shirt
the traffic is waiting outside
she hands you this coat
she gives you her clothes
these cars collide

pretty in pink
isn't she pretty in pink
isn't she...

all the rags of war are worn
and other kinds of uniform
that give me your really free life
like individuality
you are what you want to be
until tomorrow