Saturday, December 21, 2002

Either I'm becoming more honest with myself, or I'm really not a very nice person at heart.

Even though I quite like John Mayer's songs, I can't stand to watch him. His head needs to be chopped off.

I'm greedy, waiting for Christmas.

I'm envious, hearing about a friend's good fortune.

I hardly need to point out that I'm gluttonous and slothful; I'm an American.

I'm doing pretty well on lust; well, so long as April's in Michigan and not talking to me about Joaquin Phoenix all of the time. (Note to self: We must rent Gladiator).

Pride? ::thinks:: I'm arrogant as all get out, so I suppose that applies.