This is delicate


11-08-03


~Why'd you fill my sorrows with the words you borrowed...~

Unfortunately, the site will not be updated for awhile. Not by choice...but this will be the last post until I can get my computer back up and running. Once again, the wireless network is fucking with my connection. I can't even get on-line to check my mail. So I can forget about chatting on AIM...let alone updating this site. Before I run the batteries down in my father's lovely laptop, and before I'm due to call in to The Seal, I'll give a short rundown. Nothing has been going on AT ALL! I've been working my ass off. 9 hour shifts blow. I'm having trouble sleeping again...can't explain that one. But in all of my glorious restlessness, I caught Mraz's performance on Leno last night. So wonderful. Like I could ever sleep after that. The wink oh the wink. So hilariously perfect. And Lord the swivel. That boy...he moves like nothing I've ever seen before. It makes me weak. It gives me the itch. I can't wait to go to another show. Any show for that matter. I need to get out of town for a day or two. If I could convince technology to be on my side for once, I would look some things up on Ticketmaster. Ya, I need to get away. Everyone's been talking about moving or vacationing etc. I'm dying to go somewhere. But...I have a jobby.

~You wanna get boned you wanna get stoned...~

So the holidays...they're coming up fast. Like a fox in the bush. And I'm starting to get nervous. Talked to my aunt last night. Plans are set for Thanksgiving at grandma's on the 23rd. It would be nice if it were like the good ol' days. Me and Kiersten having a heart to heart. But she's got Joey now. No need to talk to the cousin who was almost like a sister at one point. It makes me wish I had a date. A date for my family gathering. Someone to talk to while everyone else is shooting off about things that I'm really not interested in. Thought about it...and no. No date. Although TJ owes me several family get togethers, I wouldn't torture him that way. They're too critical. Either they'll tell me that he's not good enough and offer up suggestions (inconspicuously right in front of his face) or they'll ask when the wedding is. RIGHT! It'll be bad enough without a date. They have no idea about me. No clue as to what I've been up to. None of them know that I smoke. They haven't heard about the piercing. So I'm in for some long overdue lectures on why I need to go to church. ugh. Not too happy about the holidays. ER! I gotta go. I'll post this now. And I apologize for the very little attention the site will be recieving. I've got lots of things to do.

~I remember it well...~

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