I need more time to do nothing... Or at least, I need more time to blog. Haven't produced anything since sometime last week. Don't really have much time to do so now, except to say that I do see a lot of blogging action in my future. Considering it's the only action that I will probably see in 2004, it will have to suffice. I have a day off on Tuesday, and unless I am crazy enough, or desparate enough to work overtime, I am gonna spend it blogging! Until then, blog on everyone.

I don't know if it's because I've been watching too much of The X-Files, Alias, and The Matrix, or if it's because I've had to listen and watch audio and screenshots of me at work, but lately I feel that everybody is watching me. Maybe, too, it's because I've been too much in my head this weekend, spending more time thinking and writing, that is doing me in. Long conversations with friends as apposed to faceless clientele, is something that I've been lacking. People seem so random to me...

I loooove Sundays. Not being the religious type, I do have my rituals. Today: Wake up, turn the radio on. Get the book from the bedside table. Read a couple of chapters. Get up. Go to the bathroom and start reading my other book by the roll holder. Go into the kitchen. Make some breakfast. (usually toast and dippy eggs) Warm up the car. Hunt for loose change. Go to the coffee shop and get an XL double double. Pick up Kole. Go to the bookstore. Go for another coffee. Hang downtown. ...

I've been trying to blog for the past 2o minutes, with no success. I've started and stopped various articles about music, love, and life in general and have ended up deleting all. I'm just in that mood where nothing much is happening, where my inspiration suddenly dies, justlikethat. Basically, all is well in my universe. Nothing is perfect, but not all is bad. Simply put, I'm having an ordinary day. Nothing much to write about, so, I guess, this is the reason why blogging has bee...

It's the start of the weekend for everyone else, but not for me. Happy Tuesday, I suppose, and I can't wait until it's Friday in my universe. Strike that: I can't wait until Saturday. I've spent the last 2 days at work helping people download free holiday ringtones, suspend their phones because they left them on the train/airplane/bus/cab/etc., and try to figure out not-so-complex billing issues. Pay your damned bill, easy-peasy. Seriously, I'll be the first person to admit that I am ...

Gone is the saddened state.... ....replaced by fury, and acidic hate. My god. What it's like to be a woman. I've gone from tears to white-hot rage in the span of 48 hours. I have excess energy that begs for release, and a serving of high kicks and powerhouse slugs are on the menu. I've been spending way too much time watching Sidney Bristow take on baddies on Alias, and have 'Eye of the Tiger' pumping in the background while I work on my own abs by doing hundreds of stomach crunch...

I have got nothing. No new stories, no fascinating tales, no deep thoughts to share. Instead, it's just the same old song, playing endlessly in the background. I'm in a rut, making the same mistakes over and over, and because I've been doing it so long, it's not the pain it once was but it feels endless. No, my downfalls are of my own making. The need to always remain in control is going to drive me crazy. Because, in the end, it makes me unable to accept new things, even though I w...

I HATE dealing with 'customer service representatives', even though I am considered one myself. (Well, here they call us 'relationship consultants' but that's just a fancy name for someone who has to answer someone else's questions/rants.) For weeks now, I've been trying to get the 411 on the whole details of my student loan. Not to bore anyone with the details, but I've got 4 of them, so they say, all because of a change in policy created in the glorious year of 2001. What this means i...

I don't know what the deal is, but I'm crying one minute and laughing wildly the next. I always wished I was a boy. I thought they had it so much easier . You get angry with a pal, a simple fistfight and it's all over. Gone were the whispers behind my back, disappear my fear of public speaking. It didn't matter if you couldn't talk and you were a guy... you were simply the 'strong and silent' type. As a girl you were woefully unarmed, a red target on your back. As a boy there wer...

Okay, I've been sitting on my ass all morning. What I really need is an Ejector Seat. I'll just press the red, glowing button and through the magic of technology be catapulted on my way to productivity. As if. I have a list of things to do today, and nothing is really calling out. I have to: paint Kole's bedroom, do the dishes, go grocery shopping, make lunches for the next couple of days, wash the kitchen floor, vacuum, do banking, call my student loan officer. Is there anything o...

Well, I'd love to say that I quit smoking, kicked my habit of beer binging, or even got over my love for fast food. But no, it's none of the above. I quit my current night shift and transferred back to days. I admit defeat, and admit to feeling a bit like a loser for tossing the towel. See, I simply wasn't getting enough sleep. Whinge, whine, whatever, but I can't hack getting less than 5 hours. That's all there is to it. I was getting home (after shift at 6:30am and going to my paren...

Every couple of months or so, I try to encourage anyone who bothers to read my blog, to made/add to/update their My Favorites section. I find that it is very useful, especially to people with slower ISPs/dialup, because the forums is a bitch to load in a hurry. Of course, if you've got a lot of photos on your blog, having you on My Favorites is a bit of a bitch, too. So, if you care, this is my navigation path at the moment, and the only reason why it isn't any longer is because mo...

I don't know when he started, but his bad habit is now becoming mine. My father used to be wholesome. That is, if he was in between meals, he'd eat an apple, munch on a banana, or cut up some watermelon slices. These days, he has a not-so-secret stash by the computer. A bag of Doritos, a container of pretzels, and another cellophane wrapped bunch of candy. He's got peanuts upstairs, and I'm convinced that he bought double the Halloween candy because he wanted some, too. His hab...

(I guess the only reason why I'm not posting this in the Forums is because it seems to me that this is where the trouble lies: you can have an opinion and post in your own blog all you want, but as soon as it hits the forums, it's a valid reason to persecute someone else for their opinions.) I never really gave a shit about Manya because, aside from posting a few somewhat attractive pictures, the content of her articles weren't that interesting. What was interesting was the reactions from...

I can't help but think that some people ask for their own hurting. I've been trying to write my feelings on this, several ways now, and I just can't get it out. Except to say that we, as humans, are almost always our own cause of misery. Self-inflicted depression, we darken our days black, the color of our own choice, and then feign innocence about the whole deal. Why don't you just drive? I went to Whitby two days in a row. Whitby, for me now is just another city an hour or ...