I finally go back to work tomorrow. I just wish I had something a little more meaningful to do. I want to head out and invest some of my free time in some "painting by numbers" -only because I should at least have that, if I do not have the pleasure to have a meaningful work schedule.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Bang. Bang.

What I have been doing in my spare time…is…complaining. You know. Cause I’m a woman. The other things include vocal exercising and regular bodily exercises. f***. I went from a 36 B to a 38 D. I have huge jugs. And I know it’s grossly inappropriate to mention, but I am working my ass off to lose those puppies. Why? My chest hurts =/ no one understands the price you pay when you have big boobies. Except huge boobie girls who went on birth control and now have gi-normous boobies. So…there.

I’m doing way better.

i just became the solitaire champion. f***, yes.

Some parties. Some people. Some nothing. For a few spaced out nights, I’ve lost interest in being in these corrosive environment. I know it’s to better myself. To be more "social" I shouldn’t really be so clamed up. I just can’t help it. I just have no interest in strangers anymore. And the influences around me make me weary of what I may become. I just want to quit my habits before they rob me of more than just rest.

I only want to work on my voice and hopefully get a useful product. Just being with Mia at the studio…it was sort of like -living a ruined dream. I don’t care so much if I make a product that only few like. I’m making it for myself and ultimately sharing with you. I wonder if that is only half a degree off from "selfish".

i love singing.