i am pooped!

after all that, i am ready for bed and some chilling .... uploading more than 10 old writings is not a fun thing to do .... my fingers are cramping and my nails are breaking ....*weeping* ... darn it! .... ish going to cost me money to have them fixed! .... lols.

what did you think i was weeping for? exhaustion? NOTTT!!! .. i am tired, yes! ... but, my pretty nails .... *sigh* .... do i sound superficial? maybe .... BUT THEY ARE MY NAILLLLLLSSSSSS!!!!!

now that i've got that out of my system .... let us get back to recovering some of our mislocated charm school training. tis not a good thing to lose our control they say ..... but, when i think that it is what they say and not what i say, i might as well be back in military training. why do they dictate what i do?

drat! there i go again, rattling on ..... time to go to sleep and i am still rattling on ... making all this clacking noise in the middle of my living room ..... if not for some of the street noise .... all i am hearing is clickety clack, clickety clack ..... tis annoying actually especially when i can't seem to stop .... i just keep going and going and going .. when i should have stopped like ... HOURRRSSSS AGOOO ... hint! hint! to my own self

dohhhhh!!!!, girlfriend, its called...stand up!...and move YOUR ARSE! .... drat....why do these fingers keep going and going and i know..i am not going anywhere in particular...this convo..has long been over and i am hitting a dead end....however, as i try to get up....back i go again....round and round....oh darn!....i shall find the will..i shall find the will....to get my hiny up this chair..and stop this fingers...from doing all this walking across the keyboard...my typing teachers would all be so proud of me..with the speed.

*sigh* ... ciao for now ..... really have to go.