Punctuality is the virtue of the bored. - Evelyn Waugh

I was singing in the car today, and David said my voice sounded like I was really sad. I don't think I'm so sad anymore as in a grey funk that's hanging around me like old cobwebs. Mel told me that someday I'll meet someone that'll make me hurt less. I don't hurt. I'm just empty. But I'll get over it. And I'm glad that Whit and he are happy. That is all I want. Everyone needs to be happy at some point.

Tiny and Chris have a plan, apparently. I don't want them to have a plan. I have no problem I can't solve myself, and I'm really kind of beginning to enjoy being single. I'm hanging out with my best friends more, I get more music time in the morning. It's starting to be quite nice. I hold no grudges, simply because there are none to hold. If I seem to be quiet at points, it's because thats the way I really am. I seldom speak unless I'm around Jenn or Rachel or Whit or Lynn. Thats the way it's always been for me.

My four goddesses. Whitney. Rachel. Jenn. Lynn. I love you all.

Jenn, I'm really really glad you're going out with Ricky. He's a great guy. :-)

Went to the Thunderdome with Rach yesterday to see Xanthamatic at the all ages show (every Sunday, 530-1100) And we got a guy kicked out. It was beautiful. And I got to go home with the bass player *wink* no, actually, he's my neighbor, and he was giving me a ride home. And Rach's uncle may manage them, if I understand right. He's at least throwing them a cocktail partay, and rach an I get to go! Apparently we need cocktail dresses and dates... hmm... both could be a problem. Ah well. All in time...

I'm going to Whits on Friday! w00t! *spaz dance of joy* And we're gonna see Dawn of the Dead. Whee!

The. Undead. Cannot. Be. Killed. By. Guns.

Please don't wake me please don't shake me I'm only sleeping.
Roxanne