Okay. I've searched and searched (to no avail) and I need your help. Can anyone tell me what became of the Starbucks Frappuccino bars? I last purchased a box in the 10th grade, and I have a vivid memory of sucking one down at Scott Wanta's house early one morning (thankfully the only memory I've retained of sucking on *anything* at that house.) So that would be..back in 1998?

I have desperately wanted one (one? okay, one right after another, right after another..) for the past two years, and have wasted innumerable hours scouring Frozen Foods and searching online. I can't find anything to explain their disappearance.

If you have any information on the whereabouts of this product, spill. I am anxious. I am depressed. I am spiraling into a hopeless void.

Aaaaaaaaagh. I need my own apartment. Desperately. I have never in my life lived alone, and I really think it's about time to start. Too bad I pay $500/month for half of the smallest two-bedroom apartment in a shitty neighborhood ever. (Implication being that rent is fucking high in Anchorage and I'll never be able to afford my own place.)

Two days ago, I scrubbed the kitchen from top to bottom. I wiped the coffee stains from the sink and counters (I don't drink coffee). I scrubbed the egg crust from the stove. (I don't eat eggs.) I took care of the stinky, crusty dishes rotting in the sink. (I put my dishes in the dishwasher.) Yes, there were some mutual messes, like the food spatter in the microwave and the crumbs on the floor, but mostly the mess was...not...mine. (There was even egg yolk smeared across the garbage can. And I scrubbed it. Eeeew.)

Well. My pristine kitchen lasted for less than a day, until my roommate came home from her boyfriend's, exploded something in the microwave, left a coffee cup (and its horrible coffee ring) on the counter, and stacked some nasty eggy frying pans and plates in the sink. At least the stove was still nice. Until today, day two. There is something blackish smeared across it; it looks like dirt. What food/kitchen substance looks like dirt? It's too black to be coffee grounds.

Yesterday, I took care of the coffee, microwave, and dishes. Today, I wiped up the dirt-like stuff. I am hoping this passive aggressive approach will make her wonder why the kitchen always looks so clean...but most likely, it'll just encourage her to be a slob because, hey, someone else will clean it up. The "let the filth accumulate" tactic clearly won't work because that's exactly what she did while I was home for break, and she didn't seem to mind. (Also, it would drive me crazy.)

Gah. I should be doing homework (or cleaning the kitchen) rather than bitching.

Is anyone reading or already read Million Pieces by James Frey? I'm in the middle of it now and having a hard time putting it down - I love it! What do you think of it? Some parts remind me a lot of Sig's writing and your views on religion - I find myself thinking only Sig would use 'motherfucker' or just the word 'fuck' like this guy does - must be a writers thing! Anyways, just curious what everyone thinks - or if you have any other good books that you recommend reading? I have lots of time to sit and read and am sick of picking up a book and only getting to the last page and loathing that I actually spent time reading the pile of crap!

So...I might be dying, but probably not. My lower leg hurts like a bitch. I woke up yesterday -- I sat up, in fact -- with the most sudden, painful, and stabbing cramp I've ever had in my life. I couldn't even move my leg the muscle was so contorted. I could SEE the muscle cramping beneath my skin. I almost cried. It was awful. And it hasn't gone away. The pain has dulled, but it's still there and it throbs every now and again.

The insert from my birth control pills says this could be a "rare but serious side effect" -- a blood clot -- and that I ought to see my health care provider immediately. Well...I called. I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon. The receptionist didn't seem particularly concerned. Supposedly, smoking greatly increases my chances of developing this particularly nasty side effect. As I don't smoke, and as this is extremely rare even for smokers, I suppose that it's probably nothing to worry about. Still, since I'm not in the mood to die, I'm going to have it looked at just in case.

Let's hope that if it IS a blood clot, it doesn't find its way to my heart or lungs before 2:20 tomorrow afternoon.

I have a job!

I'm very excited. This means that I might now have some money, AND I'll be working in an environment surrounded by books. Snap.

I have a question.

Did they stop selling Dreamery Tiramisu ice cream? Or, I suppose if it's easier, Dreamery ice cream? I've been looking for my favorite ice cream for months, and I can't find it. I'm pissed. I realize I have a food obsession, and that's not healthy. I've been looking online for various comfort foods that are currently being denied to me as I can't find them anywhere. I'm also looking for certain Health Valley soup cups.