Well, here I am, at the library, listening to rowdy grade school boys and irritation mock-high school actually grade school girls. Checking everything that hasn't been checked in the past six months. I now have an apartment, a motor on wheels and a peice of mind. I don't like this growing up thing. It causes death more quickly.

I dyed my hair purple, just for kicks, I suppose.

Everett and I got back together. I'm supposed to tell you that so you'll stop asking him questions about it.

I'm trying really hard to be naive and exstatic like I used to be, but I've got to be honest, I'm finding it to be rediculously difficult. I"m failing successfully. I'm fighting with the weight of emotional baggage. How long does that stuff stick around anyway? Not long I hope.

So, fifteen minutes left on my timer, whatever shall i do with it? I am so bored, and I know that if I go home I shall surely die of boredom. Save me.

somehow, my bank account became overdrawn and I must now pay in the blood of innocents. Gotta go find me some innocents.

My kids all graduated up a couple weeks ago, and I'm not happy about it at all. I miss them. They make me happy. I got too attached to this group of them. I should know better than to get attached to anything, but I never learn, keep getting attached, and fall to peices when they leave.

Guess I'm going to go home and ... clean my bathroom again ...

man, everytime I get bored I dye my hair some new shade of purple. This guy at work said I should dye it tangerine so that people can call me tangerine, like in the movie... where he called her tangerine. that was sweet. I wish I had a cute pet name. I used to, but I don't get called my cute pet name anymore, so now I have to succumb to looking like Vitamin C so that someone will call me Tangerine... *shivers*

and with this, since I have very little I want to tell the world, I will depart you, probably not reading this, as my blog has become more or less obsolete.

Tah.