i like high school movies.

as i was falling asleep last night, i had a random funny thought. and i wanted to remember to post something about it, because in my slumber adjacent haze, it was hilarious.

when i woke up this morning, i knew i needed to remember something, but i couldn't remember what it was. and then i did, thanks to a combination of too much olympics viewing and too much caffeine.

so here is the (not so) big sleepytime revelation:

i bet you can tell the rough age of a woman based on nothing more than which "evil" high school girls movie they most identify with, i.e. heathers or the craft or mean girls.

i suppose you'd have to throw jawbreaker in there too. i do so love that rose mcgowan.

and for the record, i am a huge fan of all those movies, but my heart will always belong to the bitches of eastwick. hail to the watchtowers of the motherfucking north.

all systems go

my brother recently asked me how life was going and i flippantly responded that i was happily basking in the status quo. it was an offhand remark meant to convey that things were fine, nothing to report. which is true, however it also means that i am almost perfectly content with my life right now. i don't wanna change a damn thing! neato.

unfortunately, then i started to over-analyze my state of happiness.

why do i spend so much time at home? why don't i do anything besides watch tv, do arts and crafts and read? am i ever gonna get a real job? settle down? be a proper adult?

and then i think, eh, fuck that. i have a great job that i enjoy doing, a roof over my head, no debt and live with a wonderful man, who loves and supports me. i kinda have it made.

so who cares if i'm a little bit lazy and not likely to change the world through science or ingenuity? if the status quo makes me happy, then bring on the boring.