Ah Darsy cut her hair. Haven't seen it yet, but I'm certain it doesn't look bad at all...better than ok. I think mine needs cutting or something. A real manicure...wow...I figure one day I will get one of those, but for now I do my own nails.

Good gracious McKain keep writing like that and you'll be a prize-winning author very very soon.

My mommy took me for one of those Vennie students yesterday cuz I looked all pale...damn. So I thought I'd gotten a tan the other day at the beach. *sigh* (Oh now I know why some of those vennies look at me funny at times). Interesante.

Bored and tired. Didn't get much sleep last night because I kept thinking, about stuff, certain people, and things. Grr. Ottmar Liebert filled in that soundtrack of life music pretty well.

Daily tally :

# thoughts about ex and all of that : 100+ (hence sleep required)
# calories consumed : 10 gajillion
# hrs worked : 4 (chatting in between)
# hrs vegetated : 20
# times pissed off : 1

And it's already tomorrow...today. Ugh.

Stephen's stopped talking to me now. What's new? "I shall never be like you all" Righto.
Apparently I'm too influenced by foreign culture to make use of my own brain. *strokes Clairol Herbal Essences washed hair* Sooooo...basicallllyyy, uhm...ok.
This all came about because I was misinterpreted, I said such and he was miffed. Hmm. Ok. I'm such a bastard who can't change her life for the better fast enough and can't understand people who think they're not a part of the human race. Sumthin so. Hopefuly he'll read my blogs still.

"Your so vain I bet you think this song is about you...don't you?"