I miss when SitD was the cool thang. :( I also miss not knowing my stupid password to my dearest SitD account. :'( I can't seem to find my harmonica. I got so hyped up (not really) while talking to Pat about his ukulele that I wanted to play. I think it's in my car. I think my flute is in my car. I think everything is in my car. Sunshine and I came to a conclusion that there is a black hole somewhere in the Neon, and that's where all my shit, that I can't find anymore, has ended up. I have a guitar for sale. And an amp, but I guess it's only useful if you are a lefty or if you are ~ambidextrous~ I also have a moped for the summer! It's a piece of crap that can reach about 25 on a good day, but it runs and technically it's not mine, but I only wanted to borrow Pat's for a while, anyway. Work finally put some stinking money into my account. It's not much, which is funny, but they most likely have only put in a week's worth. I barely work as it is now... It's friday night. I have no boyfriend and no boyfriendless friends left in the wee town Newton. I guess I need a haircut.