nothing nothing nothing.

speaking of pyromania - i played a lot with fire when i was growing up. lighting candles, burning stuff, that sorta thing.

until the day i almost burnt my house down! har har. that put a stop to my fiery ambitions.

apart from the infamous petrol pump incident, that is. get me drunk enough and i might tell that tale : ) or did i spill that in an earlier blog? don't remember. it was very hard-core, dudes and dudettes. don't try it yourself. there must be a reason why pumps don't dispense until we've paid for it.

have a nice day.

i wake up on Wednesday and wonder what the hell's going on.
nothing nothing.
the breeze is blowing gently. the flowers need their water.
work needs to be done.
movies to watch.
places to see.
burn burn.

pyromania could be fun.

getting hooked on the anime on telly - the character's eyes are always so exaggerated. and always with a hint of a tear in em. the theme songs are usually good too.

bills bills bills
electric bills
telephone bills
credit card bills
automobiles

love that song from Destiny's Child. real-life hits home hard.

still haven't got my gramma a pressie, and her birthday's tomorrow. what can i get her??? jeez i hate thinking.

off to Uncle Don's tonight, to contemplate on life and what it could be...somehow the open air makes thinking easier. perhaps i'll think of a gift!

best thing about my computer area - a work-lamp from IKEA, with a purple bulb in it. cool.

goodnite