Waaaaaahhh. My PC's still dead (why, you can undead an object, can you not?:p) and I still don't have an internet connection!X0 I have not felt so unproductive and purposeless in my entire mortal life until now, this having nothing to articulate my thoughts into. My mind was impregnated with thoughts and ideas and yet I haven't written a word (not a letter, understand) for more than one whole effing month, which to me appears like a lifetime and all my past-life regenerations combined. I haven't read one whole book the past month. Oh I have begun perusing John Grisham's The Client, tried to finish Fyodor Dostoevsky's 1000+ paged novel, and began rereading The Liar's Tale: A History of Falsehood, but I have finished not one single book for, well, the horde of frenzied squirrels in my brain has stopped running around my wheel of mentations. Bleargh. My mental world has ceased to be.XP

WORK. Well. I've just received my very first salary yesterday!XD WOOOOOOO! Happiness! MONEH really makes ol' Tobey HAPPEH!XD Call me superficial, mundane, materialistic, shallow, and what have you, but I LOVE MONEH! HEHEHEHEHE.XD I haven't touched a single cent though. Now what am I gonna buy? :chirps: Well.:D BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKKKKS!!!!XXXDDDD BOOK SYAPPING! Wohoooooo!XD Suckage to all you book-deprived. Immahave all them books I've been salivating on since, like, since, doh.XD Whene'er that might've passed, it seems to have escaped me mind. But oh, dunno. Dunno what really to buy. Might just buy a new pair of high-cut boots that not only reach the knees but my, err, buttocks! Yeah! Kickass!XD (So I dun't have to wear pants no more. Teeeee.:D)

I have two ovoid BALUTs waiting for me at the house.:D WEEEEE.:D

And just why am I online?? I've made my brother-in-law a simple website.:DDD Check it out: Shirt Design and Printing. It ain't finished yet though. The pictures are BLAND and GLOOMY. They need stars and hearts and diamond figures floating around the images!XP Whateber.

As I was saying. WORK. ERRRRR. Work sucks bananas.XP My lesbian instincts went on a tumultuous hormonal rampage when I fell in love with our female trainor. Waaaaaaaaaaahh. I swear she's so smart I'd sweep her off her feet with plasters flattening my breasts and a mustache stuck on my philtrum. DOH. Serious. I'm effin lesbo gaaaaad.XP

Some of my co-trainees got TERMINATED for manipulating their test scores though. IDIOTS. But, eh, that's the wonder of nature. Tricks and chicaneries and lies and falsehoods are as natural as the adaptable colors of an octopus sitting on different colors of rocks. YEAP. The point is to survive. But to be caught cheating is against the constructed norms of the society. To paraphrase: SUCKS TO THEM! Bleah.XP

I miss blogging! I feel like a numbskull. Waaaaaaaaah. I have nothing brilliant to write. :tear:

Thanks to the emails you guys, especially to my sister Carol who inadvertently stumbled on my blog. Ugh. My blog, ballyhooed into the real world.XP

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