i was once told a story, a long time ago. i won't go into it, because you wont understand it. It was about a lovely lady weaving a dress: The Universe that was beside the point. the point involved my thinking along the lines of "am i really a bad girlfriend?" i could've been better, but i could've been a fuckload worse, too. hm life goes on. work finally starts monday. mother is not happy with life and wants to give up. she sick of me making everything so hard for her. so i've decided to stay until she's settled and we have some memories imbedded in this land. for her. then i taking to my land once again. home. and gonn have anything and everything i want. anyway. update is that i've just come back from gym. and am too occupied talking to someone on net to have a shower. ate fish for lunch. haven't in a LONG time. spent money on way too mcuh crap for jess and baby. also ordered something for friend. which reminds me. i wanna get married. someday. i love feathers. i'm gonna wrap myself up in xmas paper sometime in the next few months, too. funfun