Sigh

My hip hurts. This has been a regular occurance since I was 13-14. Mum says it's growing pains, and it's quite normal they continue well into one's twenties. I am not pleased. It's a throbbing, deep pain that feels like it's coming from the marrow of my hipbone. It hurts. A lot. Careful study has shown that shoes with something of a heel alleviate this pain somewhat. Which means I've been switching between shoes for the last few days, because if i try to walk any sort of distance with heels, I twist my ankles. So I only wear them when actually in the office.

Have fouind out through an article in a magazine that someone who used to be me best friend is now sort of out of trouble again. I feel guilty for not trying harder to stay in touch, for not being there when she needed a voice of reason. Yeah, I know. Me, voice of reason? Ha! I'm reasonable enough to know that setting a McD's on fire, even in 'for a cause', is a bad thing. (Steve and other Belgians: I'm talking about Linsday V.K., the "ALF terrorsist", yes.) Sigh.

Never mind me, this'll pass.

Gah!

And some twisted part of my brain is trying to convince me that the $200 increase in salary is a bonus and I can spend it on Hot Topic stuff and books and CD's. Noooooo!

(Note to self: you want this.)

A little gift ...

... for the Maul in all of us. (Go read the Sith Academy if you don't get it.)

Argh!

I will not buy journals, no matter how nice they look. I hardly ever use them as it is, and I'm still trying to think of something good to do with the one Nette sent me. Mustn't buy!

I swear ...

... if I have to sneeze one more time today, I will scream!

*screams*

Thank you. Gah.

I [hart] people who leave me silly AIM messages!

(Rox: chickenless chicken soup? *giggle*)

Realisation:

If I were to die tonight, I would leave behind naught but 40-50K of fluffy, wannabe-funny slash, some journals, an unfinished novel and some vague story ideas scribbled on a scrap of paper.

(Not being depressed or anything. Not trying to sound depressing. Just saying. I need a last will made up. Seriously.)

Theories

IE is the tool of the devil, so therefore the devil is Bill Gates.

According to Tri, Martha Stewart is the AntiChrist.

Does that mean Bill Gates is Martha Stewart's dad?

Wooo!

Go me! Actually answered all my email. Now all I need to still do is answer Etta Person again. Blar.

Go to bed, self.

Welcome to moodswing central. I guess kat is right. It's the world's time of the month. Bah.