Day two and going.....strongish.

I guess this counts even though I'm at a friend's and typing this last minute.

A wants to be in the blog post. J is sitting on a piano bench and D is.....making our beds. I'm afraid that this post will be horribly sporadic since two soon to be three teenaged girls are reading it over/next to my shoulder. J is Chinese and doesn't like any Chinese food. It's wonderfully ironic and made my day. Go J.

D's house is super cool. It has a funky asian vibe and a mirror wall. Today I did a double feature at the movies. First the Soloist, amazing, right? Then Seventeen Again. Zac Efron is yummy and no one can deny it. Even if you hate High School Musical, which you shouldn't, he's still way too attractive to be allowed. It's like all the fantastic glory that is Bragelina rolled into one person.

A thought that I just thought right now, I wish I was Brad Pitt and Angelina's love child. I would be anatomically perfect and have the acting talent equal to.....three million Dakota Fannings. We all know she's great and she scared the living poop out of me in Push. I didn't even see the movie. The previews made her look like some hardcore teenaged physco who was forgotten by her parents and lived in the subway. She would cut a bitch, if you know what I mean.

A just was thinking about combining my name and Robert Downey Jr's. The possibilities are: Sarbert. Robara. Robra. Saob. Bora. Rara. Sarob.

A is chewing on her Coca Cola can. She's like a living trash compactor. Or a goat. Yeah, this blog blows, I'm so distracted I can't think of any stories to tell that didn't happen today. D fell down the stairs at the movie theatre. Old people stared at us. What a day.

Catch ya tomorrow.