following are my new, revised uncompromisable requirements for my future bitsy pookums (the first two are old):

1. must have a pretty name
2. must smell good
3. must love calvin and hobbes (not the philosophers)*

* if said girl is unfamiliar with calvin and hobbes, she must love them upon first reading and proceed to devour the entire series. i mean, we wouldn't even have to talk to each other! on any given day i could open up to a strip, point to it, and say, 'this is how i'm feeling about the state of my life right now.' well i guess that's talking. boo.

(that was a joke.)

(it must mean something that i felt like i had to point out the joke above, for fear that people would actually believe that i won't want to have to talk to my future pooty pie.)

(if you understand those nicknames, i want to marry you. no, not you, jesse.)

by the way, i'm done with college. it is now that i face the greatest crossroads of my life: do i open a boba truck with joan (possibly called bobalicious) and drive around the US to different college campuses, or do i move to bavaria and open a cheese farm with joyce? i think i need to pray about this.

jesse went home thursday, steve went home yesterday, and dave moved out today, which means that i'm alone in the apartment for the nite. hm, it's 3:30 in the morning and nothing gay or moronic has happened yet...oh well, there's always tomorrow nite.