Instead of laying in bed, I am sitting in front of the computer hearing my self-esteem literally hit rock bottom as I realize that nobody has written any new Friendster testimonials for me. Sheesh.

If you are not rich & can't afford the books, go to toddhido.com & look at his fine photos, even if they're small & the scans aren't that great. They're nice. Also, if you are liking the expensive gym-shoes, go to Subterranean Shoe Room & look at a bunch of expensive gym-shoes. I think I went to that store when I was in SF like 2 years ago but I didn't buy any shoes. My pal Allyson tried some on, I think. I was reminded by xlr8r magazine, which I apparently read now. I wonder if being addicted to magazines is like other, more physically harmful drugs. One day you wake up & you realize that you subscribe to Barbie Weekly, your pants are really dirty, all your friends have deserted you & you haven't been outside in a year except to get the mail. I need help...or more storage space.