What did I do today?? Oh yeah.. I spent most of it baking cookies.. While I was baking cookies, I built a graveyard. It was either burn people to death on the sims or burn my cookies... I picked the people. I'm sorry I can eat deliciously yummy cookies and have a graveyard complete with ghosts and tombstones... Or eat wickedly burnt cookies and make a prosperous little family with everything they could ever want in life.. including a genie to make someone fall in love with them or flood their house. I enjoyed making my little graveyard. Obviously, by the word little, you can tell I'm not quite finished with it yet. I think my video game violence and the little joy I get when I hear a mother screaming in agony is better than actually burning someones house down to listen to a real person screaming.. Atleast with video game violence it's extremely cool and very easy to clean up. Anyways, I'm baking cookies because Lynna got this idea to make holiday baskets for people... I've already made the butter stuff for the bread I have to bake tomorrow, Several dozen cookies, and helped make Strawberry Jam. I've been bored for ages. Baking and cooking is usually a lot of fun. Right now it just seems like slave labor. I've had so many invitations to party and surprisingly I've had no urge to go at all. In fact, there's one I could be at in about 15 minutes.. I'd rather not though.. I have more important things to do in the morning than help a friend with a hangover, anyways. They can handle themselves.. I guess I'm not really in the mood to better the world. I've got my own little peice of it to deal with before I can even hope to have fun. I think the best part of the entire day was burning down house after house and rebuilding it all! I should have something worth saying or something I've been thinking about to share... But I haven't been thinking much. Just acting. The last time I thought about anything I broke down and cried.. I'm over crying. I think that's what happened last time I discovered I couldn't cry.. I was so over it I wouldn't allow myself.. Even though that's all I needed. I came across bits and peices of songs I wrote ages and ages ago.. All of them are crap... Wrote more poetry... Much of it extremely depressing... and I think I freaked out this kid who used to claim he loved me with it.. He quoted some of it to me... My It Hurts poem.. The part that goes, "The blood, It trickles and drips off my fingertips and like the ocean it never seems to end. But as it does... My consciousness fades... Engulfed once and for all in a silence of my own." Poor kid... I wrote that a few days after he told me he loved me... lol Had nothing to do with him.. Hoping he just randomly came acrost it and wondered where it was from. Making no connection with the fact that I actually wrote it. Also, I am no longer allowed to give away my wives. hehe... What else? I guess I'm done rambling for now.. Maybe I'll have something worthwhile to say later?