Wahoo! Look at me being all voted off Survivor!

Well yesterday Emile and I went to the trouble to purchase some ten dollar fancified rabbit ears for the tv set so that we could pick up CBS's version of our outback. I must say I was surprised that they voted Debb off the first night. We're a lot a like. Except that she has a mullet, and is high strung, and has a boston-esque accent, and works as a corrections officer. All that leaves is our shared red hair and our propensity to be voted off really, really quickly. That's a lot!

By the way, I'm evil. Maybe that's why you guys got me out of the outback as quickly as possible. Yep. Possessed by the devil.

Tonight at the grocery store I was thinking about some information Jamie left on the message board about what attackers look for in possible attackees. One thing they are NOT looking for is someone with an object they could use as a weapon. Walking out, 10 pm, I think "If you come near me, I will SO fuckin clock you with this 12 pack of mountain dew."

I have lots of real life events coming up involving playing my guitar and getting wacky with a lot of real life friends. No offense you guys.

I think now that I'm kicked off I might actually start corresponding with the other survivors a bit more. I mean it can't really look like I'm kissing sand covered ass now can it? You guys know where to reach me if you feel like offering consolation.

Or....offering me a pug puppy! Crystal (oops I mean my roommate) and I are still going after it over whether to get a dog or a cat. Or a bunny. Or a dog and a cat and a bunny and an iguana and some fish and a ferret and a fucked up green thing. I think the decision we came to is that we will get one of my drummer's fluffy black kittens unless a bunny and a pug dog suddenly appear on our doorstep. My address is 210 5th Ave South. Come on guys.