I've been feeling rotten since I weighed in last night and gained.

Then this morning I thought I better check my overage minutes on my cell after last weeks pyro incident. Best estimate is 377 minutes over.

Plus I still owe my gas bill.

I was ready to load the gun until I went and read a "well known and beloved" diary keeper here in the land. (he's not in my favorites, because, well ... he's not a favorite.) He collected urine samples for a living. Yeah, I know, someone has to do it. I'm just glad it's not me.

Visa can and will be abused, life will go on. Tra-la-la la-LA!

::If at any point you don't like my opinion::
::you don't have to share the same::
::Isn't the free world amazing that way?::
::Individuality rocks!::

::The people in my diary are just that, people.::
::If you think you are one of them,::
::then only admit it if you are one of the good ones!::
::If your are hurt and offended thinking you::
::are someone negatively mentioned in my diary,::
::stop doing what you are doing!::
::Perhaps you'll see me write nicer stuff about you!::
::If you think you know me and::
::are dying of curiousity, email me.::
::I won't promise to tell you,::
::but at least I'll know you're out there!!::