I'm reading a book called "Peeps", very nice, very "Queen of the damned" and "Underworld". It's about a vampire-like parasite being transfered as if it were an STD. Sounds gross, I know, but it's a really nice book. I'm intrigued by vampires, I have no idea at all as to why this is so. I just am. They seem graceful, yes, even while they are draining the life out of their poor innocent victims' necks.
Anyway, I feel drained, of energy, life, sugar, spice and everything nice. I've spent most of the day finishing my book "So yesterday" and then immediately starting up on "Peeps". I know it sounds hard to believe and ridiculous, I mean, who reads anymore? Well, I do. I'm starting to get bored with the computer, blogging is my only source of enjoyment, and "relax". It keeps me in place, I rant, but not about all the personal stuff. So I guess I'm being kept in line, in a way. I mean, I can't keep a journal, I live with people. You know, the living, breathing, unbearably curious ones? Locks don't guaruntee much except that if you lose the key or forget the password, you're screwed. It's like death, and taxes. You just have to see it coming, kinda like a speeding truck. I'm not going to mention a certain daily activity that is going to start up again soon because believe me, I'm as angry as you are that we have to go back to that torture chamber of a place. I'm so tired. Can you hear the sound of my hysteria?
I slay myself.