My legs are freezing.
I am drinking a fruit punch Capri Sun.
The house is quiet except for the early morning chirping of birds.
My head is dancing and singing to random Weezer lyrics ("I've got my hashpipe..." "Oh wee-oh I dress just like Buddy Holly...ut-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore..." "The redhead said you shred the cello and I'm jello baby...").
I am thinking about all the selling I need to do on Ebay and GothicAuctions. E-mail me or ask in my guestbook if you want my ID names to those selling places (I will only reveal them to you if I know you or/and read your journal). Then you can help me by buying my clothes and everything else. I'm an honest seller...pinky-swear. And I will be so grateful.
I am working on my new layout for my website. It's looking pretty good. Really a sight for my sore eyes. It is a look I can be inspired by for a long time to come.
Hmm...I am also thinking about Matt and love and sex. All that wonderful, thrilling, and mushy stuff.
And I am tired.
So goodnight.
Er...good morning.