fuck you p!nk.

I haven't felt very well all weekend. I think I'm coming down with some sort of sinus-y goodness... oh thank you changing weather patterns.

Joe took me out for a nice classy dinner at Lemon Grass on Friday. The food was decent... but nothing to write home about, especially for the price. Honestly, if you want good Thai food, just go to some hole in the wall place (like Erawan) and call it a day. Boy didn't feel well afterwards (THATS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU ORDER SEAFOOD SUPREME) so we didn't go to 80's dance night. Very sadface =/

Saturday I drove out to Auburn. It's gorgeous down there. We walked out by the water - there's a pier going into Cayuga Lake - but it was so damn cold. I guess winter really is on its way...

I also think my life would be much better if I never heard Pink's new song "Rockstar." IT IS THE MOST OBNOXIOUS SONG EVER. It's even worse than Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" and "Sk8er Boi" and every U2 song. And it gets stuck in my head all the time. If you find me with a gunshot wound to the jugular, you know why.