Love is a Xylophone on Steroids.

Ordered Feed (by M.T. Anderson~) at last. I cannot stand not owning my favorite book, but I will never let it from my sight again.

"Scratch a lover, and find a foe."

Hence, do not lend your favorite novel to your loved one unless they live with you. Sigh.

Still feeling rather pained, sad, hurt...even with my baby girl sleeping behind me on the window ledge. Can't even distract myself because WoW is down for maintenance until the time when my dad gets home. At which point...meh. I wish I had somewhere to go. But I don't. Maybe I should go find an old used book store and find some realistic fictions or inhuman perspectives.

Or go 525 miles south and meet up with that boy I probably have no chance with.

Go get my paycheck...then go to wal-mart for some useless things. Maybe Fashion Bug for the second piece of my ensemble sans a customer. ...heh, the rain is so perfect right now, it's matching this song exactly to when it rained in the show. (Wolf's Rain)

One of the saddest sights...looking up at the moon as you sink down and pass on.

Kind-of want to read Twilight again because it's such a romantically sweet novel. But New Moon kind-of scarred me so not sure I want to. Going through a break-up like that again...no.

Not sure I own the first WatchingAlice...I might. If I did I'd read it, maybe. Sweet as well. The only good one of the four. And Elsewhere...made me cry. So absolutely sad.

I shouldn't be thinking of these things. Great, the romantic in me is reaching out.

I found a ...god damn storm pains. Anyhow, I found a site with suggested novels for me to read. NONE are in this room or in the hallway. It's depressing. Thousands of books and none fit what I want to read.

Bah.

...lol. May have found another known person on OkC. Deeply amused. My ex's friend I know too much about xD Not sure though. Only one jpegified photo.

I COPYRIGHT THAT WORD. In that you have the right to copy it but not the right to say others can't copy it.

I'm trapped in a virtual prison atm. Sure. I have a thousand science fictions, a couple realistic fictions, a bunch of horrors and a few romances...but in this house? I can't leave. It'd take 2 hours to get to town. My stamina at that point would be gone. A return trip would be impossible.

I'm seriously listening to ABBA. My mom loved this song, "Take A Chance On Me". It annoyed me from the start xD Good lyrics. But sooooo beyond annoying.

WHY DO I LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE.

This blog I'm writing is all that's keeping me sane. I'm not doing anything else besides begging the interwebs for entertainment.

...ooh, random bruise. Nothing like bruising so easily you can't identify where they came from. Let's try stumbleupon, find me something to do my good friend.

Hate when it taunts me with videos when I have a download limit per day. Used 10% of it. God damnit. And it only gave me a snicker. -_-;

Still pondering rest. Nothing left to say, this and all my blogs are unproductive. C'est la vie.