sigh

not much to report on...i've still got the hiv, but it's slowly going away. my shades of snot are not as varied anymore.
i went to church this morning, paid the neighbor's boy to mow my lawn, went to work, medicated a cat, came home to the three dogs and listened to the punk show on the radio while watching the tube on mute. nathan's on duty. i hate duty days. they suck. well, they don't suck as much anymore because usually chance and missy invite me over and that's fun. chance is a really great cook. but obviously, they're not around today. but that's cool. a girl needs some alone-time every now and again.
um, i've decided i really like anti-flag. missy told me she once spit on their lead singer for being an asshole to her. i suppose like guttermouth says, "everyone's an asshole". i find that especially true of musicians i like. they'll always let you down. but that doesn't mean they don't rock.
i've had such a small life. i've never spit on anyone. i've never spoken to anyone famous unless you count the girl from the real world who spoke at my school that time. hehe. i don't really want to meet anyone famous though...i wouldn't know what to say. not even to one of my heros. i think it would be easier to meet someone famous you didn't like, because then you could just act like it's no big deal, and be believably not-starstruck. i mean, if i met stephen malkmus on a plane or in a restaurant, i could never approach him for an autograph. why would i even want an autograph of his? the records are enough.
actually, i take it back...i once met mxpx at a record signing. i just smiled and couldn't say anything. nathan said something and they talked to him, but i just stood there. i think they thought i was rude. yuri kind of frowned at me because i didn't say anything.
at least one of these dogs has gas.