all i want for xmas...

santa, please bring me a working garbage disposal. i have lived in this g.d. condo for 3 days and already i have mechanical difficulties. nothing compared to what those geniuses at nasa run into daily...but problems nevertheless. i have hardly used the disposal. it's not like i shove severed limbs down it. okay, a few, but hey, not my fault. when people pass out in my condo after a night of keg stands, they forfeit the right to decide what happens to their limbs.
but back to my original complaint. i have no garbage disposal. not that this halts the progress of the free world. but it does stop me from grinding up my eggshells. i shall call sears tomorrow. not likely that they'll want to help. but perhaps i'll get lucky. that'd be dope. and i still loooooove my hello kitty slipper socks. i'm at that age (read: freakin old!) that these things help me feel for one moment that i'm young again.
then again, hanging out with folks who dress like this:

and who like to point out the obvious:

helps me feel youngish.

as daryl tulimieri and riina tehver say: you can't be young forever, but you can always be immature.

ps: i just got an email from pietro illarietti, the admin for the ivan basso fanclub. i love the internet! any idea how i can send 10 euros (cost of membership) to italia, LEGALLY?