Damnit, I want some fucking pancakes!

It's because Darien is sucking me dry, isn't it? Everyone from Darien who I can depend on to help me with pancakes are back at school...learning, doing something constructive. I am here watching "Craziest Game Show moments." I saw an IHOP commercial and it make me want fluffy pancakes. I could make them at home, but it's not the same...being me, I would mess them up.

My mother let me loose in Barnes and Noble today, a bad mistake on her part as a parent. I marvelled at the rows and rows of books, pulling countless books off the shelves, wanting every single book. I spent my 50 dollar gift card with pride:
Fierce Pajamas: An anthology of humor writing from The New Yorker
Purple America by Rick Moody
The Neon Bible by John Kennedy Toole
Now, Let me Tell you What I Really Think by Chris Matthews (one of the only Republicans I can stomach because he's so loud and he likes to yell at foreign advisors, that's so cool!)

My friend Jason told me that I was Thora Birch in "Ghost World" a few days back but she has sex with Steve Buchemi (who is kinda like Braden, but weirder...and I know Braden's a little on the strange side but God help me, I adore him) in that movie...I don't know how I feel about that. She's pretty cool and just like me, but she's in your face and I'm more indirectly in your face...but she's going nowhere (just like me so it seems), she's lost in trying to figure out how much life sucks and in the end, gets on that bus to nowhere because the shit has hit the fan. Jesus, if someone told me there was a bus to nowhere, I would of gotten on it a long time ago.

It's sad that my vacation is wasted in front of the television or the computer, in front of a number of glowing objects...but it seems to me that if I wanted pancakes, I could go the diner by myself...if I was that hungry...
but I'm a girl...we are used to doing everything in packs...we ladies have to pee in numbers.

13 days...13 days...13 days...till the suite life...and then I can curl up with Braden, watch a DVD...and everything can be "normal."
But when was I, Braden, the suite, Bard, life...ever normal?