Just some random thoughts...because that's all life is, isn't it? Random things that just come together?
Well, maybe these things have no relevance...but whatever.
I LOVE coffee flavored ice cream.
I've had my "new" car since about February, and I JUST realized that the stereo adjusts the volume to your speed. Ha normally I have the radio up so loud that doesn't really make a difference. Umm...so that person who pulls up to the stop light with a thumping stereo... Sorry folks.
Caffeine is my addiction; Mountain Dew is my vice.
The Xanga Community is the full of the best bloggers ever because of Miss Xangamerica. I mean, really...will there ever be a Miss Bloggeramerica? I think not. (And NOT just because the play on the two words is awesome...I mean, come on! Xanga America. We rock)
The prospect of renting a house with my father is more appealing than moving in with my mom.
Should I do an intervention for one of my best friends? Would it backfire?
Letters. I must say, getting a real letter via snail mail has become exciting in this day and age of emails, Facebook, and texting. I don't even remember the last time I got a real letter in the mail versus bills. Soon wedding invitations will be sent via Facebook or the like (or is that happening already? I don't know, ha)
Michael Jackson was murdered. Maybe one of the children he molested did it. Poetic justice.
Does Resolve (the cleaner) work?
I have a huge, blank Book of Shadows with 500 empty pages. (hand-bound with real leather suede as the covers. It's black.)
Whenever I unpack all my books I will provide a count. I have hundreds...maybe even close to a thousand?
I've been lazy in my writing. Damnit.
I want to buy Snow Leopard. Really badly.
It's almost time for Lebowski Fest in Minneapolis. I will not be going. And I can get you a toe. With polish. There are ways dude. (not really. Just creepy)
I went out to the bar Saturday night and got looked at a lot. Umm when guys just stare, I feel creeped out...even when they're not ugly. And when someone who looks creepy offers to buy me a drink, it's even creepier. Why can't the women look at me? Damnit.
Well, I suppose that's all, for now. kthx
"I wanna swim away/But don't know how/Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean/....Let the rain come down." - Into The Ocean, by Blue October