Tuesday, December 31, 2002

My mind is certainly slipping. it's one of those days; for one, the ball does not drop at midnight our time in Times Square; it drops at 11pm cause of the time difference. what a way to end the year! wheee! more

Saturday, December 28, 2002

My emotions have been up and down lately (perhaps it's getting close to the time though it seemed like I just had one; oh well) plus I just realised I'm nobody's type; not even my own really. more

Wednesday, December 25, 2002

Abit ago I had some wild rice soup and pretended it was wedding soup. one of the pieces of chicken looked like a crouton if I focused really closely. more

Monday, December 23, 2002

Today some good happened. I got my achewood merchandise which I will provide photos to within the entry and um, yeah I got some other stuff I didn't take pictures of that I'll talk about. beyond that there was a storm and there was mopey me. wahoo! more

Saturday, December 21, 2002

There have been alot of irritants the past few days. small ones, but they're there. for starters, the blemish next to my left nostril. whenever I wiggle my nose, it hurts. more

Wednesday, December 18, 2002

Drowned. Rat. that's sort've how I feel. sticky moments after a shower, greasy hair, slick skin, chapped lips and I keep sneezing all over this room. I'm sure that's real sanitary, but oh well. more

Monday, December 16, 2002

I was asleep half the weekend, yo. it was still alright. I feel like an ass for not burning this certain cd I promised someone yet though; I promise later I will...cause I fixed my schedule. more

Wednesday, December 11, 2002

Bah bah bah ....feeeeeh. I am in one of those moods between doing stuff where I feel like bursting into tears. not cause I'm uspet, but cause I'm spent. weird. more

Monday, December 9, 2002

Oh man do I want to kill my head right now. it seems to not like that the lights blew out just two minutes ago not to mention it's been like this since I woke up to an overcast dreary sky. in fact, the lights should just stop dying. they die too often. more

Sunday, December 8, 2002

The Guest calls, but mom has to use the restroom (my first instinct was to say the 'lavoratories' till I realised that wasn't a word ..where in the fick did I come up with that? unless dictionary.com just sucks and it does exist), so I pick up. more

Wednesday, December 4, 2002

Don't ya hate when you're not in the mood and don't have a topic ready? more

Monday, December 2, 2002

Mom ranted about dad earlier. apparently he bought some cheap decorations for the house at Wal-Mart and people stole from his cart three times in the process. more

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