Somebody stop me!

I cannot stop myself from searching ebay for such treasures as "vintage sweater dress", "fringed boots" and "80s ski jacket". I won't even tell you my top secret find because you might score it out from under me. I shudder to think what is next.

This is a pretty cool site.

Check it out. I love being a bzzagent! Ask me about it!

it's gettin hot out there

oops i did it again
i cut off all my hair
oh my what a sin
people ask how could you dare
i tell them
i really don't care
i was pulling a britney
before she was anywhere

(ok that last part sucked. ok all of it sucked. i haven't written in far too long, much less any poetry.)
Quite simply, I got a haircut. It's way short again. I did not however buzz it (this time).

My how time flies...

when you don't know what you're doing. Wow, it really has been a long time since I've put anything up here. But it seems like only a moment. I've been hanging around over on my myspace the rare times I've been online all this time. But, I finally have a new computer (2 actually, a notebook finally!) so I'll be back to wasting entirely too much time on the intarwebnet. If anyone actually still stops by here give me a shout out sometime.

my freudian slip is showing

The other day I was giving someone my cell phone number. As I said the numbers, I knew they weren't right, but I couldn't figure out why. I kept repeating the number in my head for an hour or so afterwards trying to see why it was so familiar, yet wasn't right. I finally figured out that I had given them Dear John's old phone number. I haven't thought about him in a long time, deliberately. Wonder what me doing that means. Stupid subconcious.

get stuffed

Happy Turkey Day, y'all.

I've been really bad about updating over here. I've been doing more posting over at my livejournal. I also uploaded a bunch of photos to my flickr.