Hey, look at this, two streams in one week! HOLY MACKERAL!!! Bah. I don't know exactly why I'm writing at the moment. I needed to write something, so I suppose I just thought of doing this again, eventhough, we all know, it will be nonsense. I love Tori Amos. She's a goddess. Angry girl music is nice sometimes, and I like the way she does it. Rawr. Work is getting so very very crazy these days. It's madness. Constantly something to do though, which I guess is a good thing. At least it keeps me occupied and out of trouble.

I don't care if monday's blue, tuesday's grey and wednesday too...thursday I don't care about you, it's friday, I'm in love...lalalala....I love cheesey 80's. I find it romantic somehow. It's the cure though! It can't be cheesey. Rock the casbah man...

I dunno about you, but I think it's pretty wrong to think you're hearing farting sounds in your apartment. I swear I'm hearing things. Not like a normal farting sound, but like...one that kinds goes higher pitched as it get's released...know what I mean? Could have been the sound of a door creeking too though, 'cause they're almost similar. Whoa. Who put speed in the kool-aid?

Will you remember me when I'm gone, will you remember me at all? Tried be kind, I tried to be good, will you remember me, god only knows why we try and fail...is this heaven on earth or the fires of hell, try to be honest, it's hard not to lie, will you remember me...after I die...ooooh, Jann Arden is good too. I like her. She puts on a fabulous show. But I'm sure I mentioned that in a stream a long the way somewhere.

I've gotten the hang of writing through the mess of html. It's really not all that bad now. An angel kissed my strings, while I slept last night, and her rythym broke my hunger, and I died a little less...i just wanna get some...get some while I'm still tall...oh, let's tell the world were unheard, were unsure, we're un stop...we're unstoppable...oooh, I like Tegan and Sara too...you should all look into these Women you know. They are fabulous.

What is not fabulous, however, is that my stupid (annonymous internet provider) e-mail is all fucked up again. I don't understand how it happens. I really really don't. Bah. I keep breaking it. It doesn't like me. Boo. Hiss. Anyway, I suppose it's about the time I should be ending this stuff. Take care.