turns out i love to fight. it's actually a love-hate relationship with the fighting, which i hear isn't uncommon. some people thrive on controversy. i hate those people, but i guess i love them, too. so when i whine, "i don't really want to fight with you," what i'm really saying, "put on the gloves, mother f*cker, it's time to go."

why do i like to argue so much? is it an inherent belief that nothing is perfect, so if something seems to be going perfectly, then it's time to start nit-picking? i'm not licensed to analyze these things, so i guess i don't know. i can only state the facts. even then, i'm not sure what the "facts" really are. turns out that i'm not necessarily good at fighting. i lose my train of thought easily and have trouble connecting words with feelings with actions with... sandwiches? see, i forgot where i was going with that.

what i am really good at is not smoking. i've surprised myself with this one; i must have a special talent in abstaining from things that are fun. next up: alcohol, then meat, then television, then certain fabrics. maybe i should give up fighting? hmm... once i give up rayon, i should probably call it a day.

chris and i got our halloween costumes last night. we're doing a couple costume, which is pretty damn adorable. i was up most of the night laughing hysterically over chris' costume. for those of you coming to my fabulous halloween party, you'll see what i mean. until then, i can say no more.

i watched "the butterfly effect" this weekend. it's a double-sided dvd, which is a little annoying, and ashton kutcher is in it, which is also a little annoying, but, you know what? it was actually kind of good. i haven't seen a recent movie in a very long time, but fear not. i will catch up.