I guess TSW was completely wiped from it's server and the server won't contact Rick back about it. So we're moving TSW again. However, I talked to Rick last night about shutting down TMW until after the first of the year.

I need a break. I'm running the thing alone (Well, I've got help..but...still) and who know's when Cassie is coming back. Becides, if we closed for Nov. there would be no reason to open in Dec. because most of Dec. TSW is shut down for the holidays. It'll give me time to get other things done without spending that 2+ hours every day on TSW stuff.

And I could get all the pages redone.

Ooooo..new graphic sets.

Ooooo....

So anywa, another thing I'm kinda happy about is OPIT got permission to do an investigation in a local school. They want us to keep it kinda low key. Lol..like we'll show up with 50 vans and space suits. More like a few people and some fun toys.

They've been having all sorts of things happen. People being touched and pushed, things moved or missing. They go into the gym and all the balls are all over, or they'll hear people playing in there at night. But the kicker?

They decided to give us permission when during a staff meeting a chair moved across the room by itself.

Hell yeah.

Ooo, Norbert evolved...or, whatever it is that his kind do.

Isn't he cute?

TSW is down, there is an Emerg. meeting tonight for staff...I don't know what's up, so I can't inform anyone out there until later tonight. Then I should know something, until then, please forward all comments, flames, and whines to the suggestion box located in the main lobby. :)

The NaNo novel is going alright...I keep getting distracted ::grin:: but it dosen't matter because it's fun nonetheless (I do that just to make you mad.)

Hot Lake? Monday. I fixed the script problems, only other thing that's been bothering me is setting up the library in a convenent yet spiffy way. I think I got it...for the most part. I also have another 30 rolls of film and 200 minutes of tape to upload, so...I'll be busy.

It's good for me, keeps me outta trouble.

Novel started today. Updates on that, or if you want to read it...you can on the NaNo page. Expect more mindless and useless crap from me this month.

Hot Lake isn't open, ended up with a big problem with a couple of scripts, lost some information. It'll be open soon.

Thats all...thank you, come again.

Got my NaNo page up. Go check it out during Nov. to see how my progress is going on my novel.

Don't even ask me about Hot Lake, I don't wanna talk about it.

Kiminnie99: okie..your lazy and you don't deserve your position

See, Kim knows!

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This right here is the perfect object for arguments on free speech and those opposed.

Please don't take that wrong. I mean it in a purely discussion type way.

I find it slightly disturbing myself.

Don't ask me why, but it bothers me when a male cartoon character has my name.

It's just not natural.

Oh look...a post.

I actually posted at NCM today. I have been a terribly naughty girl and haven't even checked there for the last week. I hope they forgive me. (soooob)

NaNo starts in three days! WOO! I really can't wait. This'll be fun. (Especally since I keep meeting more new and wonderful people to add to my 'list of poor sods to bother during November'. They'll be sick of me in no time.) I'm even going to make one of those pages where I can babble to myself about how hard it is, and how my characters drink an awful lot, and how they don't shut up when I'm trying to sleep. Visit. You know you wanna.

Hot Lake is supposed to open on Halloween, but I'm not ready yet. I'm going to try reeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaally. (see, all those extra e's n' a's?) hard to get it open then. But if I don't, you can't draw and quater me. It's already been done once this year. Which reminds me. Fox Family (Hrumph) ran their Hot Lake spot on 'Scariest Places'. Pretty much did what I thought they would. Called it evil, said it should be burnt down and it's ashes covered with salt. Yeah.

Freaks.

It's nap time. It's nap time and I'm the only one here with the kids. This means:

"It's nap time but we won't take a nap because we don't mind Jamie, insted we'll whisper and roll around and pretend snore and use the bathroom ten thousand times in tweleve seconds and tell Jamie we already took a nap."

Which of course, is exactly what three are doing right now. ::grin:: No, you don't have to love kids. Whoever said that was a dork.

I don't love them, really I don't. They seem to like me though (it's because they walk alll over me) they all come running and tackle me when I come in in the morning. It's scary. :)


A very nice guy is hosting HotLake.com for me, he even registered HotLake.net so I could open it if Hotlake.com dosen't get transfered in time. Wasn't that sweet? Yes it was. He's my new bestist friend. (just don't tell my other new bestist friends...) So, this means Hot Lake should open on Halloween as planned, which means you HAVE to stop by. Please? Please please please?

::grin::

What do you do when....

You live in a triplex, and your neighbor (to your left) happens to be your landladies daughter (whom you have known since you were born) and she's lived there for a long time and taken advantage of the fact that (a year and almost a half now) before you moved in an old lady lived there, and never used the yard.

(Run on and on..lol)

Anyway, your neighbor decides to have a yardsale and then sets it up in YOUR YARD. Never asked you if it was ok, or anything. In fact, asked your OTHER neighbor (which happens to be your grandmother.) if you would mind. Takes up your whole yard, and some of your driveway.

Fine...you're fine with this...they didn't ask, well...you write it off as she dosen't realize you USE your yard, and you aren't a 10000 year old woman who can't get outside. Don't hyperventalate, it's ok..breath! Yeah sure, you pay rent on time (contrary to a certain someone who used your yard)and like your yard nice and tidy, and it is your yard, technicly, and you did be very bothered all summer by that same neighbor planting and removing things from your yard, and tying up her dog in your yard, and letting him poop there, but you never said anything.

Because you're nice that way.

Just one more thing you'll keep your mouth shut about?

Yeah yeah...until...

The yardsale has been there THREE WEEKS. Not picked up, half the time just covered, looks like trash - you're not trash - so what do you do?

Dangit.

It might sound petty, but my entire yard is covered with someone elses CRAP covered with crappy tarps.

Not only that, but it's been raining, so it's wet SOGGY crap.

In my yard.

Hrumph.

Ok, I'm posting..finally. (Prana posted, which made me post, you know...monkey see...::grins:: )

I've been busy lately, but I'm always busy. The real reason I haven't been posting is because I've just been overwhelmed. (Oh, and angry. But please don't tell, being angry isn't lady-like, and I'd hate for anyone to think I'm not a lady. ::coughs:: ) But I'm back, and I know you missed me and my blotchy, misguided posts.

I haven't been feeling well, four nights in a row of bad back and tummy pain which lasted until 5 am, which led to four nights in a row standing under a hot shower for hours, in which I've decided five things:

1. They should make shower TV's. They should make them, and use me as the sole test base. They have shower radios, why not TV's? For those poor saps like me who spend alot of time in the shower. They should have water proof cable connections and remote controls. They should be positioned so you can see them while you're leaning on the wall because you don't have a shower bench. (See 2) If they have them, someone buy me one. I'd love you forever.


2. As ugly as those benches people buy and use in their shower are, I see the reasoning. I want one. In blue. With cushions. Armrests, cup holder...


3. To go with the bathtub recliner with optional built in heat and massage (don't go there) they should also make shower books. Full length novels that are printed on some kind of water sealed paper so you can read in the shower (or bath, if you prefer) and not worry about unsightly waterdrops or that terrible accident that happens when you reach for your bottle of tequila and your book falls in the water. (No, I've never had this happen. I don't drink. Underage and it's gross. Now, with some Dr.Pepper..)


4. Mixing a backache, sleepy tylenol (Or tequila...if that's what you do.)and a three hour shower is a bad idea. It promotes falling asleep in the shower. Don't do it.


5. Writings done in your head in the shower at three AM while nursing a back ache are usally irrational and destorted. Don't write these down, someone somewhere will use them against you when you're elected into public office.



It's messed up my sleeping too. I'm now awake every night until about 5, and then I sleep till 9:30 and I really should be at WORK by 9:30. Not..that I'm complaining about the work part, it's the sleep. I want SLEEP! A full nights sleep with no pain.

And don't you give me that go to the doctor crap. Those guys, they have needles.

NEEDLES.

::shudders::

BLAH BLAH blah blah blah blah!

Blah Blah!

So THERE!

Yes, I'm cheesed. I'll come back later and whine about it when I'm not so apt to flick someone in the nose.

I'm a big sheep. I followed a link from a link on Kelly's blog, and this blog I followed had a link on it to here.

I joined.

I absolutely can NOT wait.

If you write, you should join too...it looks like alot of fun.

Yeah..I've been turned into a frog.

Not that I'm UPSET about it...frogs are great...It's just...I miss my thumbs...someone go save me?

Please?

Also, if you're looking for some wholesome Halloween `Net stuff to do...check out TSW's Fall Festival...go over to the games, click on Spiderweb Capture and send everyone you know to be stuck forever in Spiderwebs via yours truly at The Mystical Warriors.

You know you wanna.

"You must check children in.

Leaving children without checking them in with Robin's Nest Childcare staff is consitered abandonment in the State of Oregon and will be reported to Childrens Services as such"

That's a lovely notice I was forced to print this morning because we have a couple of clients who are prone to leave their children without checking them in. (Outside, dropping them off at the curb, ect) Which is VERY illegal and against our rules.

We also have one that has left her child a few times when we aren't even OPEN.

It scares me, the irrisponsibility of people who have children these days.

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One of my younger brothers has a birthday coming up on the 4th. He's turning 14. (They get so big so FAST!) He's a really great kid, we've gotten alot closer the last few months. He's got a totally warped sense of humor..that's probably why we get along so well.

He came over last night...and spent 20 minutes helping me try to catch one of my cats that got outside. (I have a huge oak tree in front of my house, home to hundreds of squirrels. I'm a total wench for not letting them go outside and tame their wild nature and hunt them. Nope, they have to pretend hunt them from my livingroom window. I'm such a bitch.)

We finally caught her, and she got a long lecture about not going outside. (Yes, I talk to my cats like their people. Ally thinks it's hysterical. "You actually talk like they understand you!" "Yeah, so?" "But their cats!" "SO? You're from the south and I still talk to YOU like you're coherent don't I?" ::runs:: No offense to southern people...) My other cat (Boots) sat in the window the whole time meowing. She wanted outside too, she didn't think it was fair.

Tough titties...no outside for you kitty!

I'm so funny. ::rolls her eyes::

Anyway..back to my brother. He wants a few things for his birthday that should be reasonably easy to get. (Easier so if I had money...but...hey...whatcha going to do?) He wants the 6th book in that series by Terry Goodkind...which he got inadvertantly hooked on because of me. (Oddly enough, I didn't care for it) He wants a cookbook, a couple movies, and a PS2.

I can do like...4 out of 5.

I'm going to bake him a cake, (No, I'm not going to dig the one I threw away out of the garbage and ice it. What kind of sister do you think I am?) and have some balloons delivered to school for him. (Leaving false messages? Jamming toilets? No no no, the best way to aggrivate school administration is to have crap delivered in the middle of fourth period.)

His dad (See: nutcase) sent him birthday presents. Get this, it's like...so touching. He sent him all his own stuff back to him.

Yep...beats the rocks he gave them for Christmas one year. (Yes, he gave them rocks...driveway gravel. He showered with it too...creeped me out.)

Sent him an old fishing rod of my brothers, a reel of his that dosen't work, an easter egg full of his money, (14 bucks of which he took OUT of the egg, and put in my brothers card. Because my brothers dad borrowed it one time, and thought it would be great to just repay my brother with my brothers own money...yeah.) and sent him an almost-expired fishing license that he bought himself two years ago.

Is that a Fathers love or what?

I'm a terrorist.

Well, according to a radio station mis-quoting the President anyway. Actually, what DID they mean?

"You're either with us, or you're a terrorist."

Ok, break this down for me. With 'us' (Who's us? The president? A group of Americans? Barney?). Who is us? And with them about what? About war? About 'bombing them back to the stone age'? About the possibility of an uprising of evil magnitude involving Jazzercise? Or I'm a terrorist? In a country that is free, and has laws that absolutely positivly entitle me to free speech, and I disagree with YOUR interpretation of YOUR right, I'm automaticly a terrorist? Ok. That's um...irrational.

Now, IF (If people) it's because of the following factors:
A: Us is the groups of people who think we should slaughter them all.

B: Agreeing with them is about slaughtering them all.

and

C: You disagree with this, you're a terrorist.

That would in fact be A+B=C and I'm a terrorist.

Run country run, because I have access to dirty diapers and baby I know how to fling them.

I'm insulted actually. I'm not a terrorist, and the thought of hurting anyone in that capacity would never even entertain my brain.

So, please just because I disagree with some of your views, Mr. Radio Man, don't imply that I am evil and heartless and have the soul mission to distroy this country.

I don't, damnit. Because if I distroy it, then what'll be left for me to be Princess of?

Geesh.

You know what this reminds me of? Now, here is my comparison.

"You're either with us, or you're a terrorist."

"You're either with me, or you're against me, and if you're against me you're with Satan. Because God is the spirit that lights my soul and gives me direction of life and Jesus is my savior."

Now, do YOU see the complete and irrational thoughts in both those statements? I do.

Ahh, dying to know where the second one came from? If you've been following my mindless dribble, then you might have an idea. Yep, it came from Doctor Teacher Preacher Fisherman Daddy John. Praise Jesus.

I heard that little speil, along with a good five dozen others I can recite, pretty much every single day of my childhood. It got worse, towards the end, and I honestly believe if we would have stayed in the company of said religious fanatic, I wouldn't be typing to you right now. (Ahh...the unjustness of the universe. Sad, are you?)

The statement started out as only the latter part: "God, ect" but the first part was added about the last two years of the whole thing, when DTPFDJ was convinced he was loosing his family to Satan. He wanted to make it perfectly clear to all of us, that there was only ONE side to be on, ONE way to think, ONE person to follow (Him, towards the end there, he thought he was Jesus. Actually the exact speil on that one was "There is only one Jesus, Jesus speaks through me, there for I'm as close as you'll ever get to Jesus" but pretty soon alot of that fell away and it became "There is only one Jesus, and Jesus speaks through me, There for I'm Jesus" ) and if it wasn't HIS way, then you were brimstone bound.

I remember once he came into my room, and started crying (Yes, tears my friends. He cried anywhere from one dozen to ten dozen times a day. Usally over the Bible, or how the dishes weren't washed the way he wanted them.) and whining about how his family wasn't here anymore. I, being 15 and really REALLY tired of all of it, just turned around and told him, to my knowledge we were all right here, and could he please shut the door on his way out?

That's about when he decided Satan had taken me over, and I really needed a heaver hand.

Yeah, ok.

That's about the time he started calling himself by his God given title. The One and Only Doctor Teacher Preacher Fisherman Daddy John. I'll explain where and why here:
Doctor: He is convinced he was placed on this earth to 'Teach and Preach and Heal' and his idea of being healthy was copying Jesus with Gourd enemas. No. So don't even ask me.

Teacher: Like I said, Teach, Preach, Heal...blah blah. He's here `cause he's the only one who can get God's word right, so he has to set us all straight.

Preacher: More along the lines of obsessed. He'd pull his bible out and preach to check stand people while he was getting groceries. Or he'd go into my school and preach to my teachers. He wanted to start a commune, but that's another story.

Fisherman: He is a commertial fisherman, I guess he thinks that brings him closer to being Jesus-like. Nothing wrong with being a fisherman, teacher, preacher, or healer. John's just insane, that's all.

Daddy: While Robin was still with John, we ran a preschool. He wanted all the kids to call him Daddy John. Later it was used in the divorce decree that his children (I'm not, incase you were wondering) were not allowed to call anyone else Dad or any term of endearment confined in that group. And he started refering to himself as "The one and only Daddy John" in letters.

John: Yeah..his name.

I have a 48 page letter, we've dubbed his 'manifesto' that really does show you how completely unbalanced this man is. I've been told countless number of times that I should forward it, add the rest of the correspondance that works up to it, keep it exactly how it is (you'd have to see it to understand. Backwards, up the margins, caps in the middle of words, all his T's look like crosses...) and publish it. It facinates people.

One of these days I'll scan it, and then everyone can see. ::rolls her eyes:: ::grin::

Ok, everything is move `sept for the stuff for Graveyard Boogie. I'll do that tomorrow.

I'm goin' home and hiding in my bed now.

While I'm uploading and moving images, I thought you would enjoy the second dream in our "Jamie's Dreams While She Is Sick And Dying In Bed" series.

Hanging on the edge of your seat were you? Yep. By the way, Prana (who's so lovealee!) interperated (grin) my dream, and you know, I agree with everything she said too. ::grin:: Hey Pran, translate this one...lol..

Ready? Here we go...

I'm not in this dream, generally that's the way it is, I dream about other people not myself. My made up dream actors. These are usally the stranger dreams, and sometimes work out to be good story plots. The poor sods in this dream are a lady who looks to be in her late 20's, nameless. A boy about 10 named Timmy. Who looks like a stereotypical Timmy. Blond hair, blue eyes, freckles. I have a discriminating little brain. Two guys, early 20's, both suprisingly cute. I guess I have some taste in my head somewhere afterall. Who would have guessed?

The problem with this dream, is like most dreams, I can only remember tiny bits and parts of scenes. However, I do remember the overall theme, so I'll try my best to discribe it. Some creature is stalking these dream-people. I don't know why these people were singled out, and I'm not sure where the creature came from. Outerspace, abandon temple, mystic curse. Who knows, it was just there. The creature was faceless, average weight, average height. If it DID have a face, it would have been one of those people that, from the day their born, are destined to be average, unnoticable, easily overlooked. But, it's not, and it doesn't have a face. It's entire body is covered in some grey stuff, it looks like plastic, it looks like someone took a semi-translucent grey bodybag and vaccum sealed it over the creature. It even has flaps of plastic all the way around, like some peice of steak you vaccum-saved would.

It's weird.

It gets weirder.

It inhales it's victims. Sneak up, lean over, breath in. Think Kirby, except this dream land is a little lacking in pretty pastel characters. Just a grey plastic guy who sucks in his dinner like Jello through a straw

He sucks you up....and then he's not faceless anymore. His face looks like yours. It doesn't have expression, it's just...your face.

It's not right.

Like I said, I can only remember a couple parts...:

One: The guys are running from the creature-who-now-looks-like-the-lady and it catches up. They grab ahold of the top of it's plastic-type rim and somehow they tear it open and the lady falls out. "Hey," one says, "If this is the lady, where's the thing?" A shadow appears over them, and they look up, there's the thing but he looks like Timmy now, and it sucks them in.

Two: I don't know why, but this part happened AFTER that last part. Both the guys are standing on a hill overlooking a highway in a desert. Below them is a scene, military men shooting at our grey-lunchon friend and nothing is happening to it. He's not interested in anyone but these four, he spots the guy (one who's name is Jake...I remember now) up at the top of the hill. Jake turns to his friend and says something about their last trick not working, and for the sake of the world, they've got to implement their last plan. Why for the sake of the world? Again I'm not sure. Maybe these were the only ones immune to their seed of evil planted in our food source, maybe they were the only ones who could stop it so they had to be eaten, I don't remember. I don't think I want to remember.

Their last plan? They don't want to do their last plan...but if it's what they have to do....

Their last plan...Ingesting C4 capules that are programed to go off with a hand-held detenator. Blow ourselves up, and it can't eat us. Sounds logical to me. Yeah.

So, the thing gets close, and they swallow these things. The one reaches out and holds the hand of the other, and pushes the button.

That's when I woke up.

It upset me.

You're wondering, "What the CRAP happened to your site?"

Yeah...well...see, my host is a bad, bad host. I have to move all my graphics. So if they're broken...just ignore them...I'll fix them as soon as I can.

But...in the mean time...I agree with him.

I've found you have the most disturbing dreams when you're sick. Stranger then normal, more disconnected and erratic. I'll blame it on the tempature and the sleepy-pills I took. (I hate taking meds, it makes me feel...polluted.) Dingy, frustrating, astounding, kiddie-germ-factory induced dreams, that's the fun I had all weekend while I hid in bed. I hate getting sick.

The first was one that wasn't odd enough that it bothered me, only enough that I raised my mental eyebrows to it a couple of times before I rolled over, clamed the pillow down on my head and went back to sleep.

I'm sleeping. Astounding, isn't it? I wake up to the sound of crying from my living room, dragging my lazy sick self out of bed, I decide to investigate. After all, crying in my living room is odd. The hallway between my bedroom and the living room is short, about two feet long, but since this is a dream, and everyone knows dream hallways are always longer, this is about ten feet long. Panneled in the wood that pannels my Grandmothers house, not mine, strangely enough. Blond wood...sealed with something that makes it look like it was put through a laminator, on the floors and walls. Very very cold on my feet. The end of the hallway is all lit up, from the lamp in my living room. I remember being frustrated beacuse I never leave my living room lamp on, even when I'm sick. It wastes power, that's not kewl, man.

I reach the end of the hall, and step into my living room. Right in front of me is the 100000 pound desk I got from Bridge that took four guys to move, and hurts something wicked when you hit your elbow on it. A boy is sitting there, he looks maybe 11, on my comphy black computer-chair with no computer, making weepy sniffle noises. In his lap is another boy about one, both of them look very pale, and the older boy is dressed in overals with a greek fishermans cap on his head.

I ask him what's wrong, feeling all dizy because I'm sick, and sounding annoyed because damnit, I hate it when strange little boys cry in my living room in the middle of the night. He tells me his little brother is sick, and I have to give him something to make him better. Fine, I say. Stomping over to the cabinet in the kitchen, I grab a bottle of adult liquid tylenol with about one dose left(something I don't even HAVE) and thrust it at him. Give this too him, I grumble, and leave me alone. I'm sick.

Ahh...I'm such a caring soul. I go back to bed, and pull the covers up over my ears and fall asleep. A while later I feel someone shaking me. Rolling over I see it's the older boy again. I ask him what's wrong, and he tells me the tylenol has worn off, and I have to give him more. Sorry...I say...it's all gone, that's all I have.

He starts wailing and throwing a fit, and I roll over and go back to sleep. The room gets VERY cold, and I gradually wake up. The boy is standing there again, but this time he's all translucent and blue. He's holding his little brother and glaring at me. You killed him, he starts wailing, you didn't give him any more medicine and now we're both dead!

Sorry, I manage to say, trying hard not to open my eyes too wide because the light from his deadlyness hurts. I told you I was all out.

He starts screaming and stuff starts flying all around my room. I'm entirely not feeling well enough to deal with this, so I get up and flick my bedroom light on and it stops. I hear a bunch of banging in my living room, so I decide to turn all my lights on, so maybe the guy will leave me alone. I turn the one in the hall on, and the dining room, and the living room. When I turn around from turning the lamp on (which oddly, is on the opposite side of the room from where it really is) I notice my bedroom, dining room and hall lights have gone off. Frowning, I go back to turn the hall light on, when the living room light starts to flicker and dim. I rush back and turn it on, but it starts faiding and goes off. I twist it a few times, but it never comes back on. I try the hall light, and the bedroom light, but they won't come on eaither.

My house is super dark now, and I'm a little on the freaked side becides feeling like crap. I yell into the empty room that I'm not at all amused by this, and stuff in the corners starts to bang. Figuring I won't get any sleep now, I grab my keys, and go to my Grandmas house. Her front door is wide open, and I turn on all her lights, and her TV (Blue's Clues....geesh) and fall asleep on her couch.

I wake up about dawn, and figure since it's light, I might as well go home. I go home, go back to bed, and wake up again about noon. I walk back to my Grandma's house, and her front door is wide open, and the whole front of her house is windows, no curtains, and I can see all the lights blaring and hear Blue's Clues (still on...) I think nothing of it, and walk to my Moms house.

My mom has two fold up beds unfolded in the driveway. She's in one, and her ex husband is in the other. I walk up to them, and she turns around and asks me what's up. I tell her about my weird night, and going to Grandma's to sleep and going back home. No you didn't, she says, you went over there and watched Blue's Clues....Yeah, I say...and went home. No you didn't, she argues, you went over there and watched Blue's Clues, I can see from here. I turn around and I can see my Grandma's house (which you can't) and the whole side is windows, the lights are all going, and Blue's Clues is on TV, and I'm asleep on the couch.

Then I woke up.

Well...woke up long enough to go..."eh?" and roll back over and have the next one...which was the one that really disturbed me. (TBC...sorry, I feel like creeping crud and I keep coughing up major organs and you'll just have to wait till tomorrow. :) )

I think people are a little disapointed when they IM me out of the blue. The people who get my SN off my blog, that is. Not, that I can blame them. I don't know what people expect from me, eaither I'm too weird, or I'm not weird enough, or...gasp...I'm boring. (DUH, don't you read anything in my journal? I tell you it EVERYWHERE.)
If I'm normal (which is really weird, but reserved...yes, I can be reserved.) people think I'm not weird enough...if I'm hyper or in 'a mood' when someone IMs me (which happens every other 8.25 minutes) I'm too weird and they find some reason to leave really quick.

Regardless the reasoning, usally they never IM me again.

It breaks my heart. :( I'm not THAT bad! I've got my momments, sometimes I'm even kind of entertaning.

Really I am.

So, if you choose to IM me because you got my SN off here (and I absolutely don't mind if you do...that's why it's here obviously, I like to chat.) Please don't:
1: Be offended because I'm not that talkative. I tend to be very quiet when new people IM me and I'm trying to figure out who you are without looking like a total rude idiot.

2: Be irked because I'm a dork. I am a dork, I like being a dork, nothing wrong with it. Don't IM me if you don't like dorks. `Cause it probably means you just don't have it in you to keep up with us. ;)


3: Say "Hi" and then drop the conversation two seconds later. It confuses me.

4: IM me just to yell at me. I'll cry. Then I'll have my cousin Guido with the one eye hunt you down and take you for a little swim with the fishies and a pair of pretty new concrete boots.

4: Never IM me again. It confuses me and generally makes me wonder what's wrong with me. Did my breath smell? Was I not good enough? I'm never good enough! I'll never be good enough! I'm worthless!

See, you don't want to be the one that caused all that turmoil, do you?

I didn't think so. So, IM away my little snookemses.