Present #1

Present #1
Originally uploaded by Somewickedgirl.

Happy Christmas to us! This is me, putting my new digital camera to use!

Atomic Everything

Only three more days till Christmas. Can you believe it? Amazingly enough, working in an environment that DOES NOT play Christmas music for every hour of every day makes it much easier to be Christmasy. Having completed all my Christmas shopping (and having failed to buy anything the least bit surprising at all for Sean) I will be spending the few remaining shopping days at work or at home. There's no way I'm venturing out to see all the psychos out there. It's really kind of sad how stressed out some people become at Christmas. I did brave the liqour store tonight though, because it really wouldn't be Christmas without dark rum. Thankfully I wasn't ambushed. The person who rang me through asked me some weird questions though.

Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your point of view) I won't be gracing the C-gar with my presence this Christmas. I'm dissapointed to not be seeing family but I am excited to be having my first Christmas (ie. making dinner, having a Christmas tree, etc). Sean and I did buy our first Christmas tree (a fake, abiding by our apartment building rules about fire hazzards) and it is definetly in the Charlie Brown spirit. It totally suits our apartment and it only took one string of lights to light it up. I was a little skeptical when we got it home (it looked significantly better decorated at the Spirit of Christmas Store) but after stringing it with trees, stratigically bending the branches, and adding decorations it looks quite a bit better.

The other dissapointing thing about not venturing home for Christmas is the part where I don't see all my friends there. However, Alie isn't going home either and instead she came to visit me this past weekend. It was sweet times (depsite the Midnight Club DUB edition playing). Sean and I successfully hooked her on We Love Katamari and she helped me finish all my Christmas shopping. There was also much consumption of alcohol and Christmas movie watching. Apparently I didn't see all of National Lampoon's Christmas vacation - but I did make it through Love Actually and How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Michaela also came to visit on Saturday, which was a sweet surprise. Sean and I ended up watching Bad(der) Santa with her - not recommended to anybody to watch (as if Billy Bob wasn't scary enough before being Santa). Rewatched the Dark Crystal with her too - and I think I appreciate the movie more now than I did as a small child.

In preperation for my upcoming four days off I have rented 7 movies. I figured I'd better get to the movie store early - because most of the good older movies get rented at Christmas. Infact, I picked out four DVDs, and Sean three. I rented Season 3 of Six Feet Under and am quite looking forward to watching it. I don't think I'm going to brave the Boxing Day shopping (so many people) so I'll be spending it watching Six Feet Under.

Everyone should be looking forward to my New Year's potluck - I certainly am. I'm hoping that quite a few people will be coming (although so far, officially there is me, Sean, Ryan, Carly, and Kim.) I believe Leanne is coming too, and we've invited a few others. Hopefully it turns out to be fun. I'm quite looking forward to some drunken game playing.

Oh Christmas,
make it merry!

Run, run, run, run, run......

I recommend to one and all to check out "Talkie Walkie" by Air. The song that had me inspried was "Run" - a couple of listens and I was hooked.

The job goes, and it goes. I feel I'm getting worse at balancing. Not really a good thing. Lots of things going on there though - and being head teller is going fairly well. I know I don't have as much work as some tellers do (alteast I have a partner in crime, who takes care of all the forgein) and more than some other head tellers. It would be nice if the title "head teller" came with a raise, but it doesn't. And neither, sadly, did my continuation into the new year with my employer. I recieved a letter today stating that my salary for next year would be the same as I had started out with. It would have been nice to have been recognized for all the hard work put in, taking over the head teller position with next to no training etc, but really - that's asking a little much.

I hear people talking about school, and I realize I missing being in school. I really could go to school forever and ever, but I'd have to only take a few courses at a time, with breaks inbetween. I find my attention span only lasts a few months. It seems to be about four. Maybe one day I'll get a job where I love it so much I won't start to fade at the four month mark.

Now, don't get me wrong - my new job is far superior to fitting people into shoes. I just miss working with friends. It was pretty lax at the old work. I work with tons of really cool people right now, but you just can't have as much fun at a bank. There's too much money to be serious about.

Sean and I are looking forward to Christmas. Well, I am anyways. I'm stoked to buy a christmas tree this weekend (although fake) and set it up. I'm dissapointed to not be seeing my family, but most of my friends appear to not be going home anyway. We're also looking forward to having Ryan and Carly move in virtually next door to us. Even if they will be living above the guy who walks around in his bath robe spritzing his plants all the time. Not to mention accross the hall from HMV guy.

Now I must go and attempt to break my cat's habit of sleeping on the keys of my piano.

Then we can pretend it's natural....

So it's Saturday night and I'm at home, alone. Lame? Perhaps, - but, I feel quite happy about it. Sometimes I just need some alone time. Sean and Dustin are at a party, and I'm just not in the right mind frame for that.

It was a long, but good week at work. Things are going fairly well at the bank. I feel like I am finally understanding what being a teller is all about. I know what I need to work on, and what I'm good at. There is still room for a lot of improvement, but it's nice to know I no longer need to run for help every two seconds. This coming week they are going to start to train me for a slightly different position. I'm going to start training to work in THE CAGE. That's right, the cage. Also known as the commercial teller. We're a large branch, so the commercial tellers work inside a secured area which is referred to as the cage. In a way it will be easy - but in a way it will be hard as well. I think I'm going to miss the customer service aspect of being able to chat face to face with customers without having to talk through a microphone - but I figure it will be a good learning experience. I'm also a firm believer in learning everything that is offered within a job.

It would be possible to make my comments regarding the current teacher's strike here... and I'm thinking of it - but it's a depressing kind of story where a whole bunch of really good people are getting screwed. So I think I'll leave that for a different day.

Ads can kiss my ass!

Ok - what the hell? It is NOT ok to post "comments" on my blog and have them be advertisments. I am not here to advertise stupid gimics to people. If you want to do that - then do it in your own blog.

Although many of you may have thought I died (and really - a valid though considering how annoying my last post was) - but I am alive! Woot! And tonight I am eating cake to celebrate my successful day at work today! Let's just hope that all following days will be equally successful!

Did I mention I have a new job? Following in the footsteps of friends before me, I have joined the world of banking. It seems really good so far. Everyone I work with is very very team oriented and have answered any questions I've had. It is a nice change from the shoe store. It was just time to move on (as all who know me well could have told me a long time ago).

Things are going fairly well. Today is Sean's birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEAN!!

I worked 9-5:30, he works 5-10. That sucks, but I made him cupcakes (and iced them with sprinkles and all).

That's right, I'm awesome.
(as if you didn't already know!)

To avoid rantage, please move along...

I try not to be a ranter on my blog -
I mean, I read other people's rants and either find them entertaining or annoying or both.
Today I'm going to rant though. I figure most people will find it on the annoying/humourous side. It's all a bit silly really.

My visit to Castlegar has been laid back. I've been living as a hermit. My big outtings have been to the Drug Store and to lunch today with my Nana and mom. Oh yes, I also went to the video store. I'm just not big on the awkwardness I always feel when you run into the people you used to be really good friends with, but now you can't remember why - and the obligatory friendliness you both act towards one another just to pretend things haven't changed. Now, I'm not saying that's everyone in Castlegar - because there are numerous people here I likely should have phoned and made contact with.... but.. I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a shy hermit streak, and so I've made no effort at contact. Please don't take it personally.

So - here I am, lying low at my parents house. As I have done for the past several visits home. At Christmas I went out with Alie and Chris, and it was fun. But when other people don't come home - I don't really feel the need to go out on my own. I've been living in Victoria for almost five years now, and have lost touch with many who remain here. I don't even pretend to know what's going on in social circles and I mostly try to remain out of them. Occassionally I see things that I think are funny. A few years when I, pursuaded by Kelsey and Riston, attended the broom ball dance - I found it rather humourous. It was funny how some people never change. It was fun to see some old aquaintances I hadn't seen in a long time. It was nice how with some people, no matter how long it's been since you've seen them, things never really change. You still feel like you know them, still feel like you want to talk to them. The biggest "scandal" of the evening (and I use this term rather loosely) waws finding out that a friend was sleeping with my ex. I mostly felt sorry for her, and thought in a way, it was humorous how the two had ended up together. At the same time, I was not at all surprised. The most reaction I felt to this was laughing. It was funny.

I come home this time, and find another friend is dating my ex. This time, I am very surprised. Mostly because I never would have pegged these two ending up together. But - again, who cares. It's their buisness. But the part that pisses me off the most is the fact that I was told, by said friend "I wanted you to hear it first from me, because I was told that last time a friend of yours dated (my ex) you got really angry at her."

Now, c'mon people. I've been dating Sean for nearly 5 years. Do I really still need to be hung up on old 'flames' (again, the term used very loosely). Was I ever mad at my friend for dating him? NO! Why the hell would I care? I'm happy in my relationship with Sean, and hell, if that scum bag that I dated makes somebody else happy, be it friend of mine or not, then they deserve to be happy.

And the kicker, my ex is telling his new gf, my friend, all the sordid details of our breakup. What fucking details? He dumped me for somebody else. (although, that, apparently, is not what he told her). It's been six freaking years since I dated him, will somebody please explain to me why he's still talking crap about me? I haven't even spoken to him in 5.

You move away, visit as a hermit, and you still can't avoid the drama.

Oh, and as a News Flash,
I'm clingy and obsessed with commitment.
I must be one really annoying girlfriend... isn't that right Sean?

Grr.

C-gar-erific

Currently visitting the fam in the ever so fabulous C-gar. I'm taking the vacation as a hermit.... spending my time lying around in the sun and re-reading Harry Potter books (for those not counting, it's less than 2 weeks until the release of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince). Such exciting times.

On the job front, I have probably missed my opportunity to be hired as a make-up girl by the Clinique desk at Sears. I was phoned for an interview this past Monday, my first full day at home. Since I won't be returning until this Friday there is a chance I will be SOL...... Too bad really. However, this is a job at Camosun College I'm applying for. I want it really badly and am just waiting for Sean to email my resume to me here so that I can apply for it. It closes on the 7th, but it wouldn't start until September. Cross your fingers for me!!

Anyways... if anybody is in the C-gar that reads this and wants to make an attempt at contacting the hermit version of myself... I'll be at my parents house.

And thus, you should never order suicide....

Yesterday Sean and I lunched at the Noodle Box. I ordered "Black Bean and Garlic Sauce with Tofu and Veggies" with a Mild+ in terms of spice. Sean ordered something with a spice level of "sucicide"..... When he finished eating (about half of what he was served) he looked like he'd just run a marathon. Completely drenched in sweat. Then he ate the rest when we got home. He's been bitching about an upset stomach ever since.

I only have to work 6 more days until my vacation. WOOT!!!!!!
WOOT!!
WOOT!!

Ok.
I need to go and look for a job and clean up my house.
Ciao.

Jobs

So my potential raise turned out to be complete and utter crap. Although my wage has been 'increased' it will really hardly make a difference. A more positive person would likely see it as "something is better than nothing." However, in my opinion I was royally screwed by my company. I was promised something, I did what I needed to do to recieve that something, and then they pulled it away from me and told me I'm getting promoted soon anyways, so I'm not getting it. It's a joke.

The whole company is starting to wear on me. I think the only reason that I've stayed as long as I have is because I like to help people and my manager is also a friend. Currently, that doesn't feel like enough to bother staying. So... I've applied for some new jobs, and will continue to do so for the next little while. In search of something that may pay me enough so that I might be able to have something slightly resembling a 'grown up' life. Like owning a car.... being able to buy things without having to worry about if some crisis comes up (ie. my cat gets sick and needs to go to the vet).

I've been feeling very bitter ever since I found out about the measley raise. I applied to work at the Clinique counter today ... maybe that will pan out, it seemed like the lady who took my resume was pretty stoked on me.

Frigging Jobs.

The sounds of silence.....

Well, silent except for the sounds of typing, Sean's disturbing humming, and the annoying computer hum sound.

For those who are curious, I am still alive. For a while there (2-3 weeks?) my computer was hooked up to my television along with my dope surround sound computer speakers so that I could watch the episodes of Veronica Mars with a friend. It was neccessary because my monitor sucks the big one, and in the really dark scenes (or even the not so dark scenes) it's nearly impossible to make out what's happening. This monitor crappiness has also put a damper on my ability to play Myst: Uru (which was rather dissapointing enough in itself).

I think I'm getting a raise.... which, in my opinion, is long over due. Hopefully it won't be as pitiful as my last raise. This time there's a good chance that it will be rather a decent increase.

Recently an very charming old lady called me "wretched." There is no synicism here, she really was most entertaining and a little deaf. Her son (who was probably about fifty) didn't really look like he knew what to make of her. She was quite certain that she didn't want any of those "ugly" shoes for walking. At one point she asked to see this high-heeled pump in off white, insisting to both her son and I, that despite being ninety-five and in a wheel chair, she could manage to walk, on her own, in a two inch heel. I said to her, "I'll go and see if I've got that one in her size." She turns to her son and says, "She won't have it, she's a wretched girl, she doesn't want to sell me anything. She hasn't brought me anything suitable in white." This is despite the fact that she was already buying a green pair and a black pair from me. She told me that she didn't want "ugly shoes, I'm already ugly enough I don't need ugly shoes as well." Apparently both she and her son appareciated my help (which is always, always nice to hear) and she promised she'd be back. I'm actually quite looking forward to it, because she made me laugh harder than I had in a long time.

Mass Grave Day

Wow. It's been over a month since I actually posted in my blog. Or exactly a month I guess. That probably means that nobody is reading anymore, because there is never anything new to read.

I woke up this morning with the stuffiness that has been plaguing me the last couple days (ever since I had a stupid cold .... on my days off). I was craving pancakes and got up, cleaned the kitchen, got everything out and then discovered we had no baking powder.

Angered, I sat down on the couch only to have Sean say "Uh oh, more dead fish" and then to realize that our heater busted in our aquarium and all my fish are dead. The only survivors are the 3 remaining fish I inherited from Leanne and the pleco I inherited from Michaela. Sean asked if I wanted to bury them all outside somewhere but I think the local cats would just dig them up. I don't have time to dig deep enough before I have to leave for work. So they'll be in the mass water grave also known as my toilet.

Goodbye to my 10 unnammed fishes.
And my apologies to Michaela for the 2 of her fish I killed.

Counting till Tuesday, Counting till July

Woot!
Sean got a job.
I repeat:
Woot!

PS. It's 78 days an counting to the release of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.

Get your very own count down clock here:
mugglenet.com

My new obsession

Ok. So I'm 22. Right? Right. And I'm obsessed with a TV show. Lame? I'll leave that for you to decide. You ONLY have the right to decide though, if you've seen the show.

Veronica Mars.

For those of you who don't recieve UPN (ie. Kootenay folk), don't worry: It's being picked up by CTV. Their website says: Coming Soon.

Best show ever.

Cat Attack

Cat attack ...
.... of cat hair in my eye
.... of being bitten on the arm while typing
.... of having my leg ambushed while walking down the hall

Settling into the new apartment is going well. Sean has done a lot of work in the unpacking department and it's much appreciated. It's beginning to feel more and more like home. Another couple of days of work and it will be completely finished.

We may be inheritting some more fish - we'll find out tomorrow.

My Nana is in town with Mac, they're visitting his sister. It's been great to see her; she took Sean and I out for dinner earlier tonight. I'll get to see her again on Monday and I'm quite looking forward to it. It's a little dissapointing that I have to work so much; however, as Sean put it recently: I need to bring home the bacon.

Work is going alright - I think I deserve more money than I'm making though. I'm thinking about applying for some more jobs. Even slightly crappy/same type as I have now because I know that some other stores pay more for assistant managers. I've been told several times that I'm going to start making significantly more money but it still hasn't happened and I'm getting tired of waiting. Besides, I really need to start looking for a 'real' job. It's a scary thought.

Meow, Meow

We're officially in the new apartment. It's been four days. Hermoine still wanders around and "meow, meows" and virtually nothing. We open the blinds for the huge windows in the living room and she goes nuts. She's crazy.

The new apartment is dope. Far from work though - but it only takes me about 45 min to walk there. The temporary plan is to walk there and then take the bus home. It's $17.50 for 10 bus tickets and that'll last me for 2 weeks (assuming I don't take the bus any extra than the way home from work). Works out cheaper than the $60/month bus pass.

Work is same old same old. Time to start looking for someone who will pay me more.

Mmmm... breakfast.
Yay.

Prisoners of Love

Right. So - today (and yesterday in fact) were supposed to be the days to clean and pack. That was the goal. Yesterday I went downtown to buy a birthday present (or two) for my dad (who's birthday it is today) and returned home with 2 CDs for him, and a Yo La Tengo box set (Prisoners of Love). It makes for hours of listening and distraction. Highly recommended to anyone.

Today - so far. 10:04am and hardly anything packed. Great. Yay! Woo Hoo.
Queen of procrastination.

Well, Best to get a move on. My parents are arriving tomorrow.

Racist Old Crazies

Packing is Lame. Lame-o. We have accumulated way too much stuff. I don't know how it happened. It's like it just appeared. Well. Maybe not quite. But I can't believe we own so much.

Packing is hard to do. There's nothing really rewarding about it. Once it's packed, then you have to clean. So much effort. Will the new place be worth it? I hope so.

Funny story....
Our current landlord phones today and says:
"So, I hear you're moving out. Your new place phoned us."
and I'm thinking "Ok, but you sold and forced us to move - so obviously we're moving out." He also gave us our damage deposit back - a week before we move out.

Strange.

My cat seems to stare at me everywhere I go in the apartment. I think she's got a plot to do away with me. Her eyes don't look friently and she's bitten me three times tonight - while I was petting her. It was as if she just couldn't stop herself.

All the ladies with narrow feet are flocking into work and I must have the narrow lady magnet glued to my head. The majority of them are self righteous, rude and bitchy. As if I ordered in the shoes and simply decided not to get any narrows. My favourite comment today was "They make all the shoes in China now. Asians all have wide feet and that's why they don't make narrows anymore." That's right up there with the "These shoes stink because they were made in China." Anybody who thought old ladies were sweet are definetly wrong.

One day I'm going to write a book of all my crazy shoe selling related stories. But not today.

I have to pack.

Boo.

My Kitty!!

Herm4
Originally uploaded by Somewickedgirl.

A Picture of the Herminator when she was a wee tot!

"Out here in the field..... "

.......I feel so alone.
One might ask themselves how it is possible to feel alone, when there are obviously people around who care. Anything is possible. There are many dimensions of loneliness - most not limitted the the physical surroundings by other people. It depends on what kind of person you are. Some people only feel lonely and left out when there aren't enough people around. I think it's possible to feel the most lonely in a room full of people - and it can be a room full of people who you know really care about you. You feel the most lonely when no matter how hard you try to explain your thoughts, feelings, and opinions to others and they just don't get it.

the simple things you see are all complicated..

Is it possible to have your reactions and emotions so stereotyped that you've backed yourself into a corner? Although there are ways out of the corner, you're so shocked to find yourself there that you can't see the way out? When you do, it looks so difficult that you'd rather just sink into the floor and pray everything just goes away?

I just finished reading "Fall On Your Knees" by Ann-Marie MacDonald. It was good. It was a hard story to choke down. It was frustrating. It was depressing. It was like watching a car accident about to happen, and you just can't look away. It was an Oraph Book Club Book. That, I would have never expected. The woman deserves more credit that I've been giving her lately.

It made me think about religion - since many of the characters are devoutely catholic. Lately I think I've been giving more and more into my atheistic side (if you can even put it that way). It's not that I don't believe in God, because I do. It's just that I find it hard to think that I supposedly believe in the same God that makes other people believe in such strange and unjust things. Religion seems to blind a great deal of people (or atleast a number of very active, public people) to deny other human beings basic rights. My thoughts are too complicated to even write down.

"He stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine."

For those who will find it note-worthy, and for those of you that don't already know.. We're not moving to Nelson. In retro-spect it's hard to believe I thought it was a good idea. It all became clear last Friday night. It's easier to tell when you've made the wrong descision that when you've made the right one. It feels a lot better when you've figured it all out and you realize what is in your best interests.

So to dissapoint the so-called "Vancouver Alliance" I heard a rumor about - I found Sean and I an apartment here in Victoria. It's got all hardwood floors and is possibly bigger than what we have now. It's ok to have Herms and I don't even have to pay a pet deposit! Wooo wee.



I know it sucks to find a job - but it's going to work out, it's going to be ok.
I've worked hard at mine, to get where I've gotten and I can't let myself feel it was all for nothing.


........................... I like my chosen lyrics tonight.

Unofficially, Officially

Yagh.

So the unofficial, yet official, descision is to make the move to Nelson. It's unofficially in the respect that it's not too late to find a new place to live in Victoria. It's not too late to change our minds. It's basically not to late to change our minds until Sean's mom finds us an apartment in Nelson.

It's really all quite scary, yet exciting. Staying here or leaving here was going to be exciting. It seems like if we're being forced to move - why not just make the most of it and move as far as we can?

Sean's been making noise about moving to Vancouver. I know that there are certain people out there who would also like us to move to Vancouver.... but here's the thing... I don't really like Vancouver all that much. Sean thinks I'm being irrational about it - but I think he's completely irrational for not liking Victoria. It's all a personal perspective. He claims he can't get a job here - but he could in Vancouver. We all know that if he really really wanted a job here he would get one.

Hopefully we've made the right decision. I thought Sean was going to be slightly more excited about it than he is, so it's making me nervous.

I thought I'd be more excited, but it seems I don't care much either way.

Spring Forward, Fall Backdown

So there's this nasty little rumor going about that certain people with whom I am acquainted were leaked this information/address of this blog. I am currently pondering the ways in which to punish the "leaker" of the information.

I think my fondness for Frou Frou is increasing...

The hunt for an apartment in Victoria is getting more and more lame. We've "narrowed" (or potentially expanded) our living choices to (a) Victoria, (b) Nelson, (c) Vancouver. The most compatible between the two of us is Nelson. Sean's not big on Victoria (his feelings are the only reason to stay here is for the mild winters) and I'm not big on Vancouver at the moment, because like Victoria, that would mean no money. It seems lots of folks we know are contemplating the move back to the 'Koots.' Could be great summer fun? We'll see. It means no job for me, another crap apartment search, and a potential living at Sean's parents house senario. My parents (well, my mom) seems quite concerned that I wouldn't be able to get a job in Nelson. But! Come'on! I'm cute (maybe) and I'm a hard worker... and I'm a goddamn assistant manager at Naturalizer shoes. Who wouldn't want me working for them?

*sigh*

I wish I was a hunter in search of different food
I wish I was the angle that fits into that groove

On a Monday, I am waiting...

Damn that Ashlee Simpson show.

It's funny how "being home early" has such different meanings to different people. Personally I feel that being home early designates prior to 12am. Apparently not to everyone though. When I was younger, I suppose being home early meant pre-2am, but now that I'm an old woman, I need more sleep.

Nobody Loves Kitties Anymore

Victoria is lame. Everywhere here is so prejudiced against cats. There are almost no listings in the paper that will accept cats! WTF? Stupid anti-cat people. My cat is so well behaved - doesn't climb on counters or anything. It seems so cruel to deny people that can't afford a house a pet.

Fuckers.

Special Kitty Day

Today is the day I go to the vet to find out what's wrong with my cat. I feel bad that I've let her "symptoms" last for a week and haven't done anything about it. Hopefully it won't be anything serious - because I can't afford that. It could be something just as minor as fleas (here's hoping - although I have been checking for fleas fairly regularly).

I'm getting fairly anxious about our living situation. Sean is supposed to be phoning places - but he hasn't and it's stressing me out. There are hardly any places in the paper that allow cats and if we don't get on them early then I doubt we'll find one. Or when we do, it will be way way out of our price range.

I am so tired of worrying about money - but nothing I do seems to help. It would be nice if Sean had a job and if I made more money.. and .... yeah. So I didn't have to worry about it.

Sigh.

It was pain, sunny days and rain

Some people suck at typing. Well - maybe not their accuracy, but their speed. It's all about speed. Accuracy you can fix later.

Working in retail must be one of the crappier jobs. Fast food sucks too - but I think, in some respects, some days of retail are much worse than those of the fast food. There are so many people out there simply looking for free stuff, and they don't seem to realize that sales people are infact PEOPLE..... like.. oh, maybe they have feelings? They treat you as if you're part of a large corporation that doesn't care about them. I fail to see how treating me like shit is going to make me want to help you get what you want.

Bitches.
Shoes.

Oh my exciting, exciting life.

Some-Lame-Ass-Post

So having a blog is slightly unnerving. We'll all have to excuse my lack of spelling skills and try to not give me a hard time - since I've always said I'd never have an online journal of any kind.

You always tend to regret saying things like that in the long run, since they always bite you in the ass. You should never say you'll never do anything.

Maybe soon I'll have some "blogger friends." Woowee.

:)