expecto... oh, f*ck it...

       i must have been blogged out after that 30-day 60-day challenge thingy. it's been a while. i've been falling apart a little bit, so i'll just say that i've been sparing you. yes, you're welcome. i did do a few of those stutter-blog things where i write a post and end up deleting it. you should have read last night's. lol. ooh, that one was interesting. against my better judgment i've been watching some romance-themed things, so those left me hugging my pillows and despairing that the only green eyes i'll wake up to in the foreseeable future are those of my black and white domestic medium-hair cat. hey, at least somebody loves me.

       i turn twenty-seven on thursday. not with a bang but a whimper. dunno. not terribly excited about it. my mom keeps asking me what i want to do and i'm starting to get a little grumpy about it. i don't really care. all i want is something to be excited about. not for my birthday, but for my life. yeah. just where i am right now. weird places.

       in other news, i've run out of things to write about for examiner. haha. the target thing is petering out and i'm so freaking tired of writing about target anyway. but they gave me something to write about. so now i'm kinda stuck...

       oh, and i'm totally giving up on men. again.

       hm. i'm gonna go read. my books are my friends.