One day can mean so much

I�ve become an internet whore again.

I can�t get enough web space, bandwidth, or anywhere near enough online accounts for me to force you poor internet dwellers to read. I recently got a new account (non-diaryland) and I love it. I�m not sharing it with anyone who reads miabogard or oreo barbie, just so that I can have that anonymity I crave so badly.

I had my heart pinched several times yesterday by random occurrences. Wow, that sentence was way too eloquent to be found in this journal!! I�ve been totally out of it for the past few days, due to some fucked up ass mood swings brought on by my birth control medicine. I haven�t had mood swings like that since I was a teenager. God, what crappy years those were. I�ve also felt irrationally numb, which is unusual.

I always leave myself a little emotionally hidden, that way I�m not all freakin� out or anything. Lately, life has just kind of been a side subject to the thoughts buzzing around in my head. It sounds very self awaking, and almost profound, but it�s so not. I�m just as shallow and empty as I always am, excluding the thoughts that I refuse to share with the outside world. It�s all about fear.

I am the world�s only outgoing introvert.

Okay, now that I�ve written a ton of shit that no one truly cares about-- let me give you guys some kind of an update on my life, and write something offensive.

Last night, Frank and I were on the phone for like, forever. We laughed and watched tv over the phone. Which officially marks frank as my best friend hands down. Don�t even mention the fact that he has the ear marks of a best friend otherwise, I trust �em he seems to trust me (however it is that guys show they trust people... I dunno) and we can laugh at the same stupid things.

Life is good!

OH dude-- 7 Lives Xposed. Best. Reality show. EVER. A couple of years ago-- like the fall of 2001 or something, I watched this show called 7 Lives Xposed. It only comes on Playboy TV and it�s about 7 people, living in a house... fucking. It�s altogether the silliest, sexiest, smarmiest, smuttiest thing I�ve ever seen. I totally miss it. The show is/was about sex, and the lives of these people having said sex. These people were supposed to fuck each other all the time. Great premise for a program, right? Well, they lived together too, which just pushed the envelope of decency, and gave it that delightful reality show bite. Yum.

An awesome program.

Anyway, last night I went online in search of this program on dvd. Apparently Playboy isn�t aware that tons of americans (read: Me myself and I) would pay good money for this program in a boxed dvd set. Fuckers! So I�m going to have to settle with watching reruns of the season from earlier this year/last year.

More developments on that as it comes along. Hopefully Playboy will have another season of 7 Lives Xposed this year, and there�ll be all new housemates, and I�ll get to watch them fuck each other. Yay for that!

I�m a perve.

I promised myself not to write about my sex life online, so I�m writing about Porn. It�s not the same, but hell, it gets the job done, right?

Work has been really damn boring. It�s like, 4:30, and I�m totally antsy about leaving because I�m sposed to hang out with Frank after work. I�m really looking forward to it. I�ve been doing work and stuff, but it�s really mundane, and bores the water out of that rock over there. Well, you can�t see the rock, but it doesn�t matter.

Shit. I think I have the hiccups. They�re strong ones too and I�ve had quite a few so far. A few months or so ago, Frank and I saw this thing on tv about this guy who got the hiccups, and has had them for a few years. That sucks, man. Hiccups are annoying!

Well, yo, I�ma go to the bathroom and waste a little bit of time before I get to leave. Oooh! I think the hiccups went away! Yay!

Love and adoration,

Pam