Back to Life, Back to Reality
2004-01-06, 1:07 p.m.

How ever do you want me? How ever do you need me? How?

So, what with the moving into a new home and the holly days, I've been in absentia for quite some time, yes? My apologies, but as my computer currently resides on the floor, the permanent curvature of the spine I am presently achieving is all for you. I did it all for you, Damien.

So, the mind, a jumble. The following is excerpted from the Tower of Babble; location: my skull--

1. My house, lord have mercy, I don't deserve it. It's really quite so incredible, I can't believe it's mine. I keep waiting for the owners to come home and kick us out, after we've stolen all the alcohol, of course. It's not "The Castle", which is a house that Andreas and I broke into as young hoodlums and ranshacked for liquor, but honest to Abraham, it's my castle, and I am in love. And it loves me. We're lovers, my house and I. The unfortunate side effect of owning my first house is that I'm a card carrying Capitalist as of late. Buy, buy, buy. More, more, more. It's disgusting, really, but simultaneously, lovely and enjoyable. Hate me if you will. I don't mind. Photos to follow.

2. Having my family for Christmas exceeded all my expectations. Matt's family didn't show up and that was even better. No, but for real, without sounding like the Christmas cards I never sent out, I felt true joy and peace, prolly the happiest I've been in a great long while. Speaking of the Christmas cards--everybody sends out their cards in December, but ohhh the surprise when you get them in April, yes? I'm never on time with anything and this shall be no exception. It's my way. Love me or leave me. So enough about Christmas except to say that we sat next to the runner up from the Bachelor (Firestone edition) at church on Christmas morn. I tell ya, Charlotte's a real reality television haven. Expect me on the first edition of "My Fat Loud Obnoxious Neighbor." And wheeeeeeee!

3. Ask your doctor is Nexium is right for you.

4. So, I needs a new computer cuz this bad boy has seen better days. Every third time I use it, it freezes and takes a lifetime to reboot and fix the error and in general, it's slower than a siesta. Since I'm technologically retahhdid, any suggestions about what would be appropriate would be greatly appreciated.

5. I'm fat. And I can't. stop. eating.

6. I've come to the realization during my computer hiatus that I've really been missing all my online friends (yes, you and you) and realized that just because you are online makes you no less my friends. I'll take potatoes with that corn. But serious, 2003 was a crap year for me, as evidenced by all my complaining entries, but having made the contacts I made online this year made all the difference for me. So meow and kiss kiss! Loathe me if you will, but I'm full of The Love.

OK, before I vomit in my mouth, I'm off. I mean, I haven't bought anything all day!