Big Brother really *is* watching me!

My older brother asked me about my journal when we were at church this morning, and I rattled off the address to him. He kinda scowled at me for having such a weird name for a journal, but he took it in stride. And he whipped out his Blackberry and typed in the address.

And read my journal. On the spot.

In church.

(I think the only thing I really blushed about was the part about the state of my hymen in the previous entry. Probably because you don't want to think about your siblings' sex lives, really, let alone have them know about yours.)

Anyway, he chastised me for not updating, so I felt vaguely obliged to update. Not a hell of a lot going on, though--Mom and Dad are wrapping up their European jaunt, so I've been tidying up the house in fits and starts and watching the hell out of my MST3K collection while I still have total access to the DVD player. I finished up all the Southwest Chicken, so I've got to figure out what I'm going to eat for the two days remaining. Last night, I gave into a craving for ramen and tonight I ended up having a big, stupid cheeseburger at The Vortex. Monday, I should really buy groceries or something.

Today I took pleasure in driving sun-dappled streets while playing David Sylvian's Gone To Earth.

Today I learned that reallybadpoetry has done 100 reviews of, well, really bad poetry. Check it out.