if anyone has helpful hints about the devise for the ipod "itrip" i would seriously appreciate it
confused doesn't even begin to 'splain how i am feeling about it. the reception is crap and it isn't working in my car at all.
ipod is such a fabulous invention, all i need is speakers
edit: it's friday it's friday it's friday!!
going shopping tomorrow for a costume...this year is my sister's 21st. on halloween. awesome she is such a priss, i can't wait to get her wasted
lol. no big plans for the night, other than eating a tasty dinner and rest for my computer-weary eyes.
i can't help myself, all the uncensored material has transfixed me to no end, today. ryan's journal currently spotlights the most lovely toetag on the planet. someday we will see it all, and i must admit i am waiting...
today, i have been through every kind of hell, and finally i am ready for you.
the all the poetry that i never wrote,
now
is my life.
EDIT: 9:12 a.m. 10/10/05
i blinked and the weekend was over, but i did get some cool stuff to play with for the ipod and saw an old friend for coffee.
now it is monday and i feel flushed with the normal panic of the beginning of the work-week. i would sell my soul to the devil himself for another 2 hours of sleep, and a big, homemade breakfast. well, maybe 3 hours of sleep.
and i am quite sure i didn't enjoy being unemployed enough.
confused doesn't even begin to 'splain how i am feeling about it. the reception is crap and it isn't working in my car at all.
ipod is such a fabulous invention, all i need is speakers
edit: it's friday it's friday it's friday!!
going shopping tomorrow for a costume...this year is my sister's 21st. on halloween. awesome she is such a priss, i can't wait to get her wasted
lol. no big plans for the night, other than eating a tasty dinner and rest for my computer-weary eyes.
i can't help myself, all the uncensored material has transfixed me to no end, today. ryan's journal currently spotlights the most lovely toetag on the planet. someday we will see it all, and i must admit i am waiting...
today, i have been through every kind of hell, and finally i am ready for you.
the all the poetry that i never wrote,
now
is my life.
EDIT: 9:12 a.m. 10/10/05
i blinked and the weekend was over, but i did get some cool stuff to play with for the ipod and saw an old friend for coffee.
now it is monday and i feel flushed with the normal panic of the beginning of the work-week. i would sell my soul to the devil himself for another 2 hours of sleep, and a big, homemade breakfast. well, maybe 3 hours of sleep.
and i am quite sure i didn't enjoy being unemployed enough.
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*sigh* doesn't that always happen?
[Edited on Oct 10, 2005 9:45PM]