.. I sit on my bed, listening to Dateline roll over the screen of my grandmothers' bedside tv in the neighbouring room. Well into my second week here and I haven't called my mother yet, and I can notice myself slipping. Into this way of living. Someone elses 9 -5 suddenly seems normal (and desirable, oh my)
I'm rambling.
ok, let's get down to business:
Hello all the lovely random people I now watch! I'm giving you a trial run. If things don't work out between us I'd like you to know that it was nothing personal. Well. It probably was. Just don't take it personally? Comprendre?

I twitter. Do you twitter? I'd like some more people to watch on twitter, so let me know who you are so I can stalk, ehrm, follow, you. In return, I'll keep you posted on exactly how bored I am at work.

I bought the elements of style by Strunk&White today. I may go on a writing spree tp try out whatever I gather from it. We'll see.

I lost my credit card. Stupid. Makes it hard to buy a subscription.
. On a side note, I'm addicted to fried dough. mmmmmmm.
EDIT:

I'm going on a contest entry spree. Bear with me.

The worst part of writing is coming up with good titles. Suggestions? (Nothing too wacky or more than a sentence long though)

I've read through my oldest stuff and concluded that 50% showed potential, and the other 50 was just plain awful. I have no idea how I got both a DD and a daily deviants feature with that gallery. Major revamping to come (I think I'll put the worst in some "I was new to the whole writing readable stuff thing" gallery)

I love cats. I have one on my lap right now, and she's been following me around all night waiting for me to sit down so she can cuddle with me.

Her name is Magic, which she is.
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