how pregnant sometimes his replies are!

there is the issue of my premature burial, but there is also an element of general existential angst. i'm reading a lot of things just now that make me question human nature and want to start pointing at girls in malls and screaming, "get thee to a nunnery" whilst foaming at the mouth. i'm trying to have a sense of humor about the whole thing. logically, i know that my english major gothiness is nothing more or less than funny. but some things, like racism, simply make me too sad to function. i'm dealing with a lot of it lately, if mostly in a safe, removed, purely academic context. sob, sob.

fortunately, kaitlin exists, and, for a few moments at least, is doing most of her existing in and around philadelphia. she is the coolest person ever, and i want to have her babies. should you not know, this is an amazing statement for me to make. in the frequent hyperbolic impregnations that occur in the speech patterns of my friends, i almost exclusively fall into the impregnator category. my uterus is generally ignored, and i rather like it that way. for kaitlin, however, my uterus and any other reproductive organs she would like to utilize are always available.

also: alex, holy crap, you're opening for iggy pop. i have given kaitlin express instructions to hug you and drool on your face next time she sees you. i'm terribly sorry about it, but with greatness comes responsibility, mostly in the form of bodily fluids. you should get used to it.

i think i may have misused the word "hyperbolic," but it's far too late to care. it can wait. i'll just be hideously embarrassed about it in the morning.