*Hmms @ image not appearing in blog anymore* Oh well...it's on the page. Let's hope it stays that way.

Incoherent rambling on.
Sleepy oh so sleepy. People hate me, people love me, people like me, people tolerate me. Which ones do what I wonder. *shrug*

Why do I feel so jaded, so alone, so dismissed? It's not like I'm not trying. I am - I so am. This is testing the last drop of patience which I seem to own...invariably. I call - brace. I write - no reply. I try - 0 response. Right. I should take this because? Love? What's that again? Remind me minus all the bullshit. The rambles continue.

I have no tolerance for blithering ninnys. I'm such a cliquey bitch and I don't care. I like people on my level. When someone understands me it's amazing. Jus I need to talk to you. Seriously weird nostalgic bittersweet mood. Plus you owe me an e-mail or two. The comfort of your aura. Not when you're drunk though. Scratch that thought.
Plop right back to reality. Michelle and I may have more in common than I previously thought. Hm anyways.

Enrique Iglesias is trying way too hard. Thought he claims to not follow in the footsteps of daddy-o he's worse than the parent. The heroic romantic shit is getting ... ick. Someone sent me the Spanish version of Hero - that new annoying song. It's at least not as constipating sounding as the English version...but all in all. Nauseous.

Oh great. Trouble - Coldplay. Now that sure gets me in the mood for more thinking. Geezus christ. Not good.

Oh no what's this?
A spider web and I'm caught in the middle

Stef I need to learn to do some spells too. Not quite sure what yet though.

Hm shall I continue to buff my nails and polish etc? Not a bad idea indeed.

God whatta blog. That's it. I'll blog again when there's something important to say...or not. You people must know how crazy I am already.