Excuse all language in this entry.

Sometime the idea for the new layout dawned upon my lame ass. Right I think I came up with it yesterday morning, but of course I got side tracked, and then last evening, on the phone with Stac, it became clearer and I actually knew what to do. Just to do it now. The question remains. Will Trace be able to do anything of worth today?

I need to look for a job, call up all the hell over, study, do sites, Christmas shop (oh dear lawd I am poor), read books, see about GATT business in between, Christmas cleaning, liming with the folks. Eek! Fun though. It's good to be busy as heck and having a little bit of breathing room.

I started reading over The Hobbit. Got to about Chapter 2 before I got online and distracted. Wireless mousey came in pretty handy. Now to get that done as quickly as possible, move on to the rest of the LOTR series and then get the movie.

*munches on 4 am breakfast of plain ole Kellogg's and milk*

It's a little chilly, the rain has been falling since yesterday. Good for cuddling...that which I'm not getting.

Some fucking assholes are cutting down my mountain. Pictures forthcoming. I'm sorry I didn't have a before picture :( They're taking away the whole frigging mountain. That is not cool! I think dad is trying to get word on the legality of such. Dammit. Plus, the huge trucks are making a racket in our very quiet area, and are completely screwing with the roads, raising dust and or making mud. There is a bridge down the road that has a weight limit - of course they've surpassed that. Vroom they go over the bridge. Bastards. They've cut a new road through land that doesn't belong to them. Why? The neighbours blocked the main road to go up the hill. These people are amazing.
Is it a political thing?

Let's not even speak of politics shall we? Ah yes the very important general election. Panday offering to share power? Oh wow! Les idiots.

Everyone has gone to bed. I suppose I really should too.

Side note : vent. Don't ask. I just need to get this out somehow.

What I'm thinking : Why must you always have an excuse? As if it's really valid. As if I don't see through that fa�ade of bullshit. If you really wanted to you would, you so so would. I'm not that stupid come on give me a break. Trying to convince myself that I'm being a bastard only makes it worse, and I refuse to be guilt-tripped into thinking that I have no faith. I don't. Hard fucking cookies. If you can't prove otherwise, if you can't come through then don't - you aren't anyway. Fuck you, you fucking lying cheating whoring bitch.

What comes out usually : I don't give. I'm cool. I'm all moving along not really caring. Kinda.

Trace definitely needs sleep.