ah, lent. lent scares me. my roommates and i were trying to decide last night what to give up for forty WHOLE days (it's forty, yeah?). as i was running through a mental list of all my varied, ridiculous vices, i couldn't think of one i really wanted to give up. what does that say? that i like being a mess? that i am incapable of a challenge? maybe it just says i like the way i roll and i'm not even catholic so who really cares. anyhow, i am all about some celebrating so fat tuesday is a tradition i can get behind, religious affiliation aside. if anyone needs me i'll probably be nursing a beer before i even have dinner. how are you celebrating?