So, ok. I don't have much to say. I'm not doing anything. On purpose. Do you want to hear a story? I could tell you one. Sometimes I read, read and read and read. About people's lives. All kinds of lives. I can tell my story i guess. Today. My mind in a nutshell.

I wake up early, to go to work. I drive fast to get there. I always drive fast to get there, whether I'm late or not. And coffee. I must get coffee, whether I'm late or not. The coffee ritual varies, but there is always coffee. I get different kinds from different places. If I am indecisive I go to a drive thru coffee stand where the girl there knows several various drinks I enjoy regularly and offers one without being prompted. If I am feeling fat I go to starbucks to get a "skinny" latte. Once I've reached work, latte in hand, I do my work. One work after the next, untill my whole desk is liberated. Sometimes I talk or eat or get online and check my games and stuff. Mostly I work though, to liberate my desk. Today my boss came back from a buisiness trip with mardi gras beads for me he said he *didn't* earn. He didn't make me *earn* them either. That would have been weird. I left really early because I pwned that work. It's just paperwork and typing. I type things, shuffle paper around, and sometimes make copies. It's worth $4 more than minimum wage. I guess that's good. They say I'm good at what I do. Maybe I make the paper shuffling seem terribly important.

Well I got off work early today. I came home. I was supposed to do housework or maybe work out. I didn't want to. I instead decided to chat online and download music. I have a good friend that was online. We talked about mma and him trying to get a job. I told him my council was for him to be a "typer" like me or become a bouncer. I don't think he liked either option. I thought bouncers just go around in a club saying "is this guy bothering you?" to pretty girls but apparantly he thinks you can get stabbed & shot doing it. So I guess it's a no go. He got busy a while ago and went to play some online game. He's my best friend...well something like that. I've known him for two or three years. But just online. But we've talked alot. We've spoken on the phone and done video chat. Actually I don't have any friends closer than that at the moment...just a husband. Well and he's his own story. My husband I mean. I don't see him except on weekends. That makes things strange. He works nights, I work days. Opposite shifts exactly. I see him typically 4 times a month, honestly. So i guess that's how my best friend turned out to be an online friend. I guess that story kind of ends now. Since that's all that's happened today. It's sort of a lame story, but honestly I don't think anyone reads my blogs. So HAHAHA.

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Sending it out to the internet universe.

the end.

edit: oooh i almost forgot to add a picture to this, I do like to make it visuallly stimulating as well! Maybe a piece of me will do.