rambles and scrambles

my mom has taken to internet stalking old bf's.

the wick of my candle has turned into a glowing orange heart.

hotmail is holding my account hostage.

temporarily unavailable. my ass. 6 hours of unavailability doesn't equate temporarily in my books.

it's been ages since i've posted and honestly, i just don't give a shit. i don't want to read bitchy comments about neglecting this or not filling you in on that. i'm not even going to attempt making excuses as to why i haven't been doing it. just know that my brain hasn't been 'there'. i've been concentrating on much more innane crap than my own musings on life.

i dont know who this breaking benjamin is or why my launchcast station insists on playing them. stopthemadness.

i'm getting my digital cam back tomorrow.

i've come to terms with the fact that i'm moving.

nick cave woke up with a frappucino is his hand. betcha it wasn't half as good as the grande skinny no whip white mocha i had this afternoon. not only did it quench my caffeine craving, but i almost used it as a weapon to deck the 16 yr old salesgirl who couldn't get it through her rodent sized brain that i wanted to try on those khaki converse boots in a size 7.

"girls?", she queried with disbelief.