I’m sitting here with a Pirates of the Caribbean Mickey Mouse on my lap.

I’m starving, and I want spaghetti, but it’s too late and I’m too lazy to make it.

I’m also randomly craving a Philly Cheesesteak. Or since I get it sans peppers, onions, and mushrooms, I guess just a steak and cheese. *shrug*

My mind is racing too much about things that I really have no control over, or things that are way in the past and probably shouldn’t affect me as much as they are now, but they are. I hope I get over this soon. Sigh.

Work again tomorrow. Blah. At least I have several new CDs to upload.

I think I might be ready to start writing again.

I need a second job.

Yesterday, while in line for the Millennium Force, one of the boys in front of me asked his friend if he’d go back to the beginning of the line for $100. It was nearly our turns after 90 minutes of waiting. I chimed in and said “OH YEAH!” In a heartbeat, I would! I think the guy instantly fell in love with me. Heehee.

Ciana (starrlyte) says “eleventy&TM,” and I think it’s the funniest thing ever. She won’t tell me what it means, though.

The song Runaway by The Corrs is stuck in my head.

I have a poop-load of pictures to scan tomorrow, for my neighbor.

At Cedar Point, I was responsible for remembering where Craig parked the car. The row was 38B. How we remembered? Thirty-eight bitches on a bitch boat.

I’m really hot. Temperature hot, I mean.

Will Kirby is my hero. I love him.

I really, really want a tattoo soon.

And now, for a random survey stolen from hiddensarah:

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