somehow sporting this fashionable yet patriotic camouflage army belt — with the airforce sign, no less — makes me feel like i’m doing enough for this war against terrorism business.

or maybe i’m just kidding.

i think i’ve gotten a bit more clueless about things. just when i thought the clouds had parted and god had given a little wink of luck in my direction, i have once again stumbled into this murky abyss. blast it all to hell!

boys have been an issue, too, lately. i might just be lonely and need a hand to hold. but must all boys play hard to get? or do i, like, i have to give myself a way existential makeover? as if.

well, that’s enough of my irreverent clueless allusions for the day.