this is my frist entry ina long time, i'm gonna have a whole week of nothingness at work before more work comes my way, so i thought to write nonesense here for you to read. I share my workspace with a lady who says Crapolla a lot. at first it was funny but now i really wish she would just swear. I noticed that in my last entry i wrote about the weed that i lost, well, in the past 2 weeks, I have lost a $45 bellydancing belt along with all my workout gear and bag, my $400 Moscino glasses, an H&M belt I just "got" and I think a friend or maybe more than one but I only really care about one. so beat that last entry! HA .okay i have nothing else to say now i'm sad . i'm gonna go back to doing nothing again.

last night at the club, somebody went into my purse, into my little stash bag and stole my weed! ONLY MY WEED! everything else is there! i've looked everywhere. who does that? but it's okay cos i found a 20 shorty after and bought my friends souvlaki dinners. I also found a toonie this morning. keep it coming. nothing's gonna make up for that sweet jamaican sensimilla...

*** my very first live journal entry ***
how long do you think you could go on writing about yourself? imagine if you had no choice but to keep writing about yourself? like if thinking wasn't allowed and that everything had to be written down...
haha i dont know weather to treat this entry as an email or msn message or a diary entry. all at the same time i guess.
Maryanne's telling me to "write that shit" and Richard gave me shit today for braking our little promise and i guess if i dont write anything about myself on paper and since i'm already on my computer a lot, maybe i'll write in this more.
i'll figure out how to make the page pretty some other time. my legs are twitching. i wonder why.