bflow28

Flirting with the idea of writing...

2005-06-22T07:12:24Z

Ok, so I have decided that this livejournal can be a warm-up for me to begin writing again. I normally overhype myself about whatever I am writing, and become so focused on how it's going to come out that I block whatever small amount of creativity I possess and forgo the mental exhaustion involved altogether. I am resolving myself to stop being concerned with quality, and just getting some thoughts down here and there. If I (and whatever few readers choose to glance at this blog) am lucky, maybe I will eventually be able to accomplish something with my writing besides my obsessive love of typing, even if there is nothing really to type. (Odd isn't it...anyone else out there possess an unparalleled love of typing?) Well, if I ever want to, I guess I could say fuck law school, I am going to be a court transcriber/reporter. But, that wouldn't really by my style...I doubt they can use powerbooks in court...I am partial to my computer. That and the fact that I couldn't handle having a boss for any more of my life than is absolutely necessary. K, off to bed soon. Goodnight non-existent livejournal readers.

A picture is worth a thousand words...

2004-10-06T05:08:15Z

And onto other pressing issues. This week was the season 2 finale for NipTuck. First off, I love the show, so this is said with all the possible affection I can muster. Who the fuck let Alec Baldwin onto the show???? Are you kidding me? This show is fantastic because it somehow came up with the perfect forumla of trash, drama and overthetop plotlines, somehow without overdoing it. Alec, that was overdoing it. How awful was he??? You cannot imagine.

Then, the stinking cliffhanger of a finale. Give me a break!!!! Are you joking? I have plenty of anxiety without having to wait inbetween seasons to find this out. How miserable. Now I am going to sit here, be sick, and watch "Rules of Attraction." Yes, this late. Because I am sick and miserable and drinking theraflu, and I can do whatever I want. Goodnight.

Lazypost???

2004-09-09T03:44:10Z

Ok, I am just saying hello real quick because my OCD and anxiety disorder makes me feel guilty for neglecting to do anything which I feel obligated to do, in this case, i guess that includes writing in this here journal. Not much new good news to discuss, and as far as the bad news, why discuss and depress myself anyhow? I won't. School is off to cool start, I don't really mind it, except missing stinks. Occupational hazard, I guess. Ok, well, I am going to hop off and sit here and watchig videocrack...aka...NipTuck. Nitey Niters beeatches.

And so it begins...

2004-08-30T02:50:28Z

Second year of law school officially starts tomorrow. Sickest thing about it is, i am actually excited. What the hell is wrong with me? What weird force of nature would tell me that I enjoy school? I am a sick puppy, that's it. Of course, I am dreading the time away from Braelin. But, I am looking forward to the opportunity to wear my fall wardrobe. I love fall clothing. It's so good the Britney tramp look went out, because now I may actually have the time to lose some weight before it decides to come back in. Oh, by the way, poor Shannon. She found out today that a walking ameoba made entirely of VD and bonnie bell lip gloss lives directly across the hall from her. (The ameoba is Enrique, aka. Succubus's, personal funbag of the year). Meaning there is sure to be some drama. Oh well, when Herpes Harriet decides to leave him b/c she decides she's in horse cock (literally, bestiality) instead of dirty Mexicans, at least he'll have something to remember her by. Life is so funny. Hehe. Seriously guys, I make myself laugh. I am a good self-entertainer.

Sick!

2004-08-27T18:23:45Z

I am SICK! Isn't that a great wrap up for the end of my summer. ARGHHHH! Oh well, I am just writing a quick little post before I slip into a TheraFlu enduced stupor. Actually drinking non-drowsy for daytime, but it still makes me feel silly. Must do that for the people that are in general more interesting than the rest of the average, boring population. K, drawing blanks, don't even know why I am writing right now. Really, no clue. For once, I don't think I have anything to say.

thanks...

2004-08-23T05:23:41Z

A special thank your to Shannon, the girl who has singlehandedly mastered the the art of internet navigation, for setitng up my layout on this odd concept of an online journal. I was always a paranoid little brat about someone reading my journal when i was a kid. I locked it with the rinky dink shit brass locks that a 2 month old could open with their diaper pin. I never got more than like 5 pages in before I stopped writing. Wonder if history will repeat itself? It always seems to, doesn't it? I was originally "blogging", (if that's what the ubergeeks are calling it these days) on blogger. Shan has convinced me to switch my loyalty to THE OTHER SIDE. liveournal.com. Hmm, so far, seems easier to post. Anyhow, since I don't have a shitty brass lock for this journal, but may later decide for an electronic passcode, for now, at least, any of the perpetually bored out there are welcome to read my stream of conciousness ramblings.

So, my son (14 months) is laying next to me, snoring like a 50 year old fat man. that's wonderful isn't it. SON OF A BITCH...just got the shit scared out of me. Brian (my husband) just let out one of those snort snores out of absolutely nowhere, and since i am sitting here in the dark like the freak of nature that i am, at 1:30 in the morning, i didn't expect that. hopefully i didn't actually shit myself. Too lazy to go look right now. if my son sits up and bitch slaps me, i'll know i did.

well, sweet dreams to all...maybe someone will snort in your ear and make you shart yourself sometime soon.........................................

Testing...

2004-08-23T05:07:15Z

Testing...