my little brother just said to me "savannah, i need more lists of
stupid shit to do." he's the ringleader of some form of pathetic gang of
cyberpunks, because my kid brother is actually *shudders* pop-ular. somehow.
"on fridays we always get together and do stupid shit, but they're not like, creative, so they make me think of it."
my immeadiate response was "dude, everything2!"
eleven pages. eleven.