Une autre année...

I'm 24.

I'm 24.

I'm 24 and I just don't believe it. Why do we grow old? When does it stop? And when do we get from life what we want? (And why does some annoying brat named Dolly share my birthday? - sorry, long story)

Ugghh...

I shouldn't be allowed to know my birth date. It always depresses me when another year passes and my life isn't what I want it to be.

Anyhow, this video makes me laugh. It also makes me want a bunny:


Did you know I had bunnies once? Opie and Anna, I loved them, but one day they died...

Wow, I think I am going to stop writing before I depress you all.

Another Round!

I am the proud owner of a VEHB. That's right. I broke down and bought myself a bag from the VEHBD. Meet Julianne:


Ah, it is so nice! And the smell! Oh, I love the smell of leather!

I also have someone else I would like you to meet:

I have decided to call him Howard. He has been hanging on my window screen all day. Why? Good question, I have no idea why. At first I thought he was a leaf.

Tomorrow I have the day off. I have a list a mile long of things that need to be done. Number one being "Find a new job". Wish me luck!