The modern day mixtape; a memory stick (also known as a portable hard drive).
It's such a curious little object. Does the same meaning go into making a playlist and then putting it on one of those as it did making a cassette or C.D.? Here is my view on the matter; whoever takes the time to sit about putting 219 songs onto a memory stick has GOT to be doing SOMETHING boring with his life... or something with his emotions... Even if he doesn't realize it yet?

Okay, okay. I guess HE needs to be dubbed something, since everyone else has been. Let's see... Obviously, if HE or anyone I had told (Phae and... well, I WILL tell Mona, but she is off being talented) read this, they would be like, "oh yeah, that's for sure...." BUT, no one else will, they'll be like, "who is her new victim...?" This is hard work... Let's just call him... let's call him

I don't for the life of me remember what I was going to write... I got distracted by a series of things on the computer... oh well.

Seriously, how could music that was chosen specifically for me NOT have some cryptic meaning to it? Okay, fine... It doesn't necessarily HAVE to... That doesn't mean I am NOT wanting it to.

Song number eight and I know he is in love with me. Which makes me giffy , which is exciting...
Giffy is definitely supposed to read 'giddy', but that's okay, its my new thing...

Anyway, I'm totally into this new Fumanchu thing, so its cool.
This is my new nighttime mantra...

Conscious awareness will emerge in my dreams.

AUREVOIR.