Here is the house where it all happened

Am thinking about getting a My Space account. Someone talk me out of it? LOL...

More and more people I know are heading thattaway and I must admit I am curious (although I DEFINITELY like the LJ layout way more). I would keep this journal as my main one and the other for lurking. Um. Even more than I do here.

My only fear is that I will inadvertantly run into an ex-boyfriend on there (like any of my exes even KNOW how to turn on a computer. BWA!).

*cough*

ANYWAY. Those of ya'll with My Space - do you like it? Use it often? Be my friend if I go over? *big shiny hopeful eyes*

Talking to hear myself talk

Oh, geez. More weird dreams last night. THIS one had me jetsetting around the world with Paris Hilton, Madonna, and Miranda from Sex in the City. There were other girls in the group, but I didn't recognize them. They had to dress me up for everything because I didn't look stylish enough to hang with them. It was seven shades of humiliating. Final scene: we are leaving our hotel room. I am digging around for the key to lock the door all by myself because none of those bitches waited for me. The manager of the hotel walks by, takes one look at me, and kicks me out of the hotel! I woke, most indignant! And squicked that I am dreaming about skeevy Paris.

Smithsonian lays the integrity smackdown!

JP and I went to see Nightmare Before Christmas 3D and verily, it was touching and wonderful. The 3D gave it a little oompf, but nothing dramatic. The 3D glasses kind of look like old skool Ray-bans, which I found really, really cool.

I was depressed earlier, but it has magically disappeared. Just like my money. ^___^

I need new jeans. AGAIN. OMG - I just bought some less than a year ago!!!