i'm getting confused. momma always told me to stay away from those innernet gurls. then again, my mom *is* an internet girl now so what's the deal? my mother, i'm both ashamed and tickled to admit, is an ebay addict. it's somewhat embarassing to be with her; every five minutes something will catch her eye: an album, a trinket, a broach that someone's wearing. and she'll wonder what kind of a price such a thing would fetch at ebay. she's so cute, but... her attic has so much junk in it now, it's hilarious. i did snatch a little squirtle doll she was going to sell... probably would have fetched a good ten or twelve dollars, too.

i have to make my job decision this morning. i have it down to two and i think i have it figured out, but i'm still feeling iffy. on top of that my hotmail account is dead again. so i have to call one of them in person to tell them the bad news. yuk, i hate saying no to people, even if they're just worker-bee's. anyway, i think i know which way i'm going. getting messed up and chatting with christine helped me put everything into perspective. it's amazing what a little female wisdom can do to calm my overwhelming struggles with indecisiveness. the goal here is not to find a place to work and be happy forever, but a place to work for awhile while i figure out what it was that i wanted to do when i got into this whole put-aside-being-an-artist-while-you-get-your-shit-together trip. i'd forgotten that i hate computers and that this is all just a means to an end. somehow i got sucked in when i wasn't looking and began to believe that left inner join's accross four tables were a really hip thing. i trust that i'm boring you now.

try this instead:

there's nothing here that you'll miss. i can garauntee you this is a cloud of smoke trying to occupy space. what a fucking joke. what a fucking joke.

or:

*smack*

and lest i forget:

RE:Hi its Connor
ha dilun i emild you a weicke go bot i dot thiec et cem en i hop i see you