I like frozen coffee cream Oreos.

Am still cleaning out the bedroom.
Discovered some old diaries that weren't really diaries.
Read the entries in them.

... o_O


I was a deranged little child. And people tell me how crazy I am *now.* Too bad most of them didn't know me as a young kid, they wouldn't find me half as disturbing as I used to be.



Excavations from the Infinitely Deep Closet of Doom (manufactured by Magic Carpet Bags, Inc.)

An exacto-knife.
Thread, mostly in yard long lengths, all different colors.
A belt buckle.
Notebook edge confetti.
A fist-sized, pink stuffed bunny.
Five quarters, two nickles, and one penny. All heads up.
Shoelaces.
A broken pocket knife.
What I think was the metal part of a floppy disk.
Two and a half dried flower petals.


EEEEE! My brother went to Dallas the other day and brought me back some POCKY!!! LOTS of it!!!

happyhappy chocolately goodness, yesyes.

Saw Attack of the Clones. Again. On TV.

Decided to not watch it again because every time I do, I get irritated at the way whats-his-face played Anikin. He did the I'm-glowering-at-you-from-under-my-eyebrows-therefore-I-am-evil look, but honestly, he just looked like he was ticked off b/c he had a crick in his neck and couldn't lift his head up. And the angsty scenes were just awful. Guh. Thank the gods for Obi-Wan, ja?

Hm. Winged lilac muse sighting.

Must investigate.