i was just outside, at my mom's house in worcester, smoking a cigarette on the back porch. without realizing it, i was leaning on the exact spot as a bees' nest. a bee stung me through my shirt and now i have a disgusting, puffy red mark on my stomach. and it hurt too.

coincidentally, the last, and only other time i've been stung by a bee was ten years ago, give or take a few days on the exact same porch. bee stings are for nards.

also, how fucking awesome is uma thurman in pulp fiction, only to be outdone but how fucking super awesome john travolta is, who is only outdone by out fucking amazingly super awesome samuel l. jackson is. i could watch this movie for ev er.

i wonder what the two big secrets on the blowout reunion will be?!?!?!

aand, stephen from laguna beach is the kind of dude i would have a crush on in high school and barf everytime he talked to me. what the hell dude, you are so fiiiine.


i fucking love cable television.