i was just trying to update some stuff on this fabulous journal of mine, and my brother walks in. it's 9, what is he up for? anywho, that will not discourage me fom prancing around in my underwear, it is fun, and everyone should do it. its like being a little kid again.

i did the fab five thingy, so you can see the best of all my silly entries.

Ya'll should go and see the breakwall. It is fun to walk on and see the broken "ice-boom". Terry wrote a poem about it but a few days ago. I visited just this past week. Fun times.

P.S. Go on a sunny day, with fun people.

in this current moment, i am happy. i am having visions of fields filled with flowers and tall green grass, and me dancing around in it. mind you, this feeling and vision comes all without drugs; who would've thought?

i haven't updated in a long time. it seems that i am still sick, and i now spend all of my time sleeping. all of my extra time sleeping. there are a lot fo things that i want to do, and people i wanna see, however i am consumed by family, which is good, because there is lots of love, but i miss tina and matt ad paul and terry, and all of you lovelys. i shall return soon, better without the sickness. i think i will either watch the spectacle tube now or go back to bed. :O(

i must mention lastly that kids are so cute, and it doesn't help that i keep having dreams about my baby who is the cutest. i heart kids.

after another day or night full of fun and open house, i shall sleep til there be morrow, then i shall do some cooing cleaning and opther random housewife duties. anyone need a wife? sometimes it seems like fun to play house, i mean it is fun to play house. i should like a handsome husband though, any takers?

i have a new favorite flavor tea, thanx to a special friend. thanx. pandas are cute, and strawberries in tea is the best thing ever.

i have decided that i officially hate my job. when i walk in that place, it seems like instant bad mood. i walk in feeling bad and walk out wanting to scratch someone. thats no good. i am writing gibberish. too many brownies, and liquor and beer for one sarah, and one weekend. nighty night!