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Oh my god. Ewww, ewww, ewww.

I don’t like spiders. At least, not this kind.

That’s right outside my back door, in the middle of a huge web that goes from the roof of my building to the hedge in the backyard. I hope crazy Militia Guy neighbor sees it and takes care of it, because I am not touching it. I am pretty sure when a spider is firey RED, that’s probably not a good thing.

I’m such a wuss.

The other night, I had this wonderful dream that I was in bed with a man and he was reading me Pablo Neruda poetry, and then I find this in my myspace email:

Wow. I’m so lucky that these guys find me. Not only did he write that super suave poem, but I now know that of ALL the Andrias, I am in fact the cutest (like I didn’t know that already, but still). And, he’s writing to me exclusively! I am the only woman on the entire internet to be wooed with those words. Not only is his picture sideways, but his name is Lisa. Hmmm. I almost want to reply just to find out what the hell is up with the name. Maybe in Bangladesh it means “ultra-smooth ladies man.”

Late Friday night, I was flipping around the channels, and on Skinemax (bowchickabowwow) was this movie called “Going Greek.”

Well, I don’t have to tell what I thought it was about. But it’s about rushing fraternities or some shit like that. What a let down.

Talk about false advertising.

The MTV Video Awards were on tonight. I didn’t watch it for two reasons. One, how can they give away awards for videos, when they don’t even show videos anymore? And two, it was hosted by Sean “Puffy-Puff Daddy-P. Diddy-Diddy-Ramalammadingdong” Combs, and I can not stand that guy.

I did flip on it and caught Shakira’s performance (of a song I love, and have no clue what the words are). I’m not gay, but I’d do her. That girl is HOT.

Before I ever even thought of starting this diary/blog/journal/crapfest, I was Clix-ing a friend’s journal and saw a banner that caught me.

I clicked it, read a few entries, and was hooked. It was written by a funny, smart, sensitive, and silly guy in Colorado named Judd. I was taken by his writing because he wasn’t afraid to write about what he was feeling, and not a lot of men would put themselves out there like that.

So, for a couple of years, I read about his relationships, his friends, his torment of his co-workers with Nerf toys, his family, and laughed at all of his alcohol-induced shenanigans. Some of his other entries really affected me, and at times I found myself crying in front of my computer, I was so overcome by his words.

In his most recent entry, he said that now that he was finally at home with his new bride, he was reluctant to keep writing about how happy he was, and his happy ending, because he didn’t want to upset readers who didn’t necessarily get their own happy ending.

I say fuck that. If it was me, and I was madly in love, and I went through all the same things those two crazy kids went through to be together, hell yes I would be writing about it.

For me, someone who, at times, feels lonely and disappointed in the state of my love life (but not now that I’ve got Lisa!), stories like theirs give me a little hope.

If people didn’t share their happy endings, how would we know they’re out there?

Awwww. Look at Andria get all sentimental.

I’m still bitterly sarcastic, though.

So don’t worry, I’m not going all emo on you.