And finally...somebody who got what was coming to him: 'Buffalo Spammer' Arrested

Ok, I really needed to blog this. Some People will sell everything on ebay - and some people will bid on everything.

I don't feel like blogging at the moment. Been thinking about many things, though, maybe I'll let you know later or tomorrow. (I was out running for an hour, which can be pretty boring). Going out tonight for a change.

Are you bored with your name? Do you wish you were of noble birth? Do you think all the good Dukedoms are taken? Do you want to win friends and influence people? Are you just really fucking bored? Try this.

Every day I wander out into the hallway to get the paper, still wearing my nightshirt. I'm just waiting for the day the door slams shut behind me. Just a thought. That's all for the moment, I'll do the crossword puzzle now.

The other day I saw on TV that time passes faster for smokers than for non-smokers. Just now I was looking at my horoscope and saw the date - one week since my birthday?? It seems much shorter than that. Hence, not true. The only time it actually is right is when you have to wait for someone. Then I used to smoke a cigarette. Now I am bored and wait.

The horoscope, by the way, said I'd buy stuff I didn't need. How did they know about my stationary bike? (Did I tell you it was actually Paul's fault I got it? Yes, it was! He practically forced me onto ebay suggesting I'd buy a sandbag to hit whenever I wanted to smoke. But sandbags were so expensive. And the auction for the stationary bike was just about to expire. And it was just 1 Euro. Maybe I am to blame after all. I like deals. 1 Euro!! El-cheapo Stationary Bike!!) It's a Good Thing. Tomorrow I'll pick it up. I'm actually quite excited. Can you tell?

I am Gandhi, Nelson Mandela and the Dalai Lama combined. Who'd have thought. The Political Compass

Ouch!

I have a splinter of some kind in my foot. I suspect it to be glass left over from one of the incidents where bottles were dropped in our apartment. The problem is that it's embedded rather deep in my sole by now and I can't get it out. Doesn't help that I went jogging with it, but I realized it only afterwards. Maybe now my foot has to be amputated. Oy.

It better not, because I signed up for this today. (I wanted to do it last year but didn't for some reason or other...ah, I remember, I wanted to go there spontaneously and it was raining a lot that day)

What else? Looked for the lyrics of this song of Lilo and Stitch today and discovered again how much I like it. I was afraid I would not like the movie (did not enjoy Emperor's New Groove that much, reeeallly did not like Tarzan and passed on Atlantis), but when it started with this song I was back on the Disney track. If you haven't seen it, do so. In fact, I'll be going to ebay right now to see if I can get the DVD.

I am sitting here desperately trying not to have a cigarette. Today's been really bad in terms of not smoking. I don't know whether I feel crappy because I'm not smoking or whether I want to smoke because I feel crappy. Both, I guess. Maybe I should really go to bed, but I don't want to go to bed simply to avoid smoking. Does that make sense? So I'll just sit here for a while and resist. While boring you with this. Did I mention I feel like the boringest person on Earth at the moment? Hold-the-button's probably more exciting than me right now. Why are you reading this anyway? Is your life even boringer than mine? Discuss.

Ah, whining again. Don't mind me, it's still the lack of nicotine talking, I guess, because apart from that I was feeling pretty good today.

Went swimming and paid 8.70 for it. That seems pretty expensive to me...
Small children in the shower were making disparaging remarks about "the funny lady that has many fluids" (their words, not mine). The "many fluids" were my shower gel, my shampoo and my conditioner. Hey, brat, just because your momma washes your head with dishwashing liquid apparently, that's no reason to scoff at other people's hygienic accessories. And for the record, if your mother doesn't stop smiling benevolently when you announce "I am peeing in the shower, look, Mommy", I will think of a creative way to dispose of my "many fluids" in her face, anyway. One bottle up each nostril will do the trick, I guess. And you better watch out for that left-over bottle, but I guess I won't have trouble inserting it into your mouth as you are screaming your head off anyway because you don't want to have the shampoo washed off your head. Yikes. Makes you rethink that whole pregnancy thing again. (Sorry, Trixi. Your child will be better behaved, naturally.)

Feeling sort of amused now and I think I'll be able to go to bed. Amused by cruelty to little children. Probably makes me move up one Hell Dimension. Strike!

I've been perusing this: BBC - Eurovision Song Contest - Home Page and it looks like it could be fun this year again. Remember last year's Greek Robot Boy Band? ("What's the password?") Or the Slovenian Transvestite Stewardesses? I am thinking of hosting a little get-together. With hors d'oeuvres and some champagne maybe? Who's up for it?

Before you answer let me remind you: The chorus of this year's German entry is "Let's get happy and lets be gay". If that's not amusing I don't know what is. If you really want to be scared, click here. Lou for you.

Useless feeling pervades a grey day

Still want a cigarette. I am suspecting it'll never get better. I miss it somewhat, too, other than the nicotine. Somehow I wish it wasn't that addictive so you could smoke a cigarette now and then just for fun. It probably works with cigars, but they're just disgusting.

I am feeling boring and useless again. Probably shouldn't complain about this but I am feeling like a vegetable. Actually, I am not feeling like much. I am just sitting. Hence, I am a sitting vegetable. Probably a turnip or some such. They don't move about a lot.

And another thing that's a lie: you never lose anything at home. First of all, nary a sock I own has a partner anymore. They go into the washing machine in twos like the animals into Noah's Ark. Then something happens and they become Single Socks. Not one of them looks like another sock in that laundry load. Second, my hair accessories. I am buying hair clips to support the whole plastics industry in Taiwan. Where are they? I mean it isn't like I take them off any other place than at home to go to bed or to take a shower. But there's none in the kitchen, none in the bathroom and none in my room. Why am I writing this? Because yesterday I took the clip off and placed it onto the pile of books next to my bed so I'd find it again when I woke up. And it's gone! I looked everywhere for it, but it's not there anymore. This probably means

a) There's a parallel universe I am slipping back and forth into where the hair clips decide to stay

b) The clip burglar visits my home on a regular basis

c) Plastics dissolving aliens come into my room at night and take a sock snack while they're at it

d) The hair clips have a point of "spontaneous combustion" built in by those sneaky Taiwanese

Couple o'links I got sent

Finally. Somebody is telling the truth: Bad Cookie

If you have too much time on your hands it's either Build-Your-Own-Face or Hold-The-Button.

They told me it would take three days. It's the fourth day now and I still want a cigarette. Am in a pretty bad mood, too. Maybe it's the weather.

10 minutes later

Bought a stationary bike on ebay. Yikes! But it was only 1 Euro.

The strange thing about blogging daily events: Everybody else knows about your life, but you don't know about theirs. It happens to me all the time that I'm talking to somebody and want to tell them a story and they say: "Oh, I've read it already." Leads to friends not being in touch with you directly, because hey, they can read all about you anyway. Well, then again you also have people reading the blog that you wouldn't be in touch with otherwise, I guess. And luckily you sometimes write comments/poseurs so I don't feel all left alone :)

Now on to some mundane and pointless stuff:

I am a victim of advertising and bought Ebly. It's actually quite good, but kind of weird to eat. Now that I stopped smoking (Three days. I'm probably being a bit rash) I am also mortally afraid I'll be gaining weight. No more fatty foods for me. Take that chocolate away. But I figured if I go out jogging every time I want a cigarette I should be fine.

And finally, in want of a better topic here's my current entertainment situation:

Movies: Saw X-Men 2 and enjoyed it. But then again, I used to be a huge X-Men fan and have read all the comics. Did not like the changes they made to the character of Nightcrawler. I don't remember him being a raving catholic lunatic devoid of intelligent thought. Plus, his fake German accent was somewhat annoying.

Books: Am reading Filth at the moment which I really like. Yes, Sven, after that I'll try Infinite Jest again.

TV: Only two more Buffy episodes ever. I'm wondering what to do...what to do... *sniff*

Still no cigarette. Am drinking lots of coffee to make up for it.

Damn! What do you have to do to get to the 10th level?

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	High

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Slept like crap. But that's probably due to lack of nicotine. Why lack of nicotine? you ask. (If you didn't ask, tough cookies, because I am telling you anyway.) See, I was talking to my ex-boyfriend at my party. (He was his usual obnoxious self, I hear...which I always thought strange, because he never was like that with me. Admittedly, he was a self-centered sonofabitch sometimes - well, most of the time. And he still is, I guess. But I always liked talking to him and I can talk about everything with him to this day...wouldn't want him back for a million dollars, though. Well, maybe for a million dollars. But there's not much I wouldn't do for a million dollars. Well, maybe two millions. But I digress.)

Anyway, I was talking to him and during the conversation he said: "You know you shouldn't smoke, it's bad for you" (He meant it as a joke and he's allowed to say that without me smacking him upside the head, because he had lung cancer and has only half a lung left). But out of the blue I thought: "Well, maybe I really shouldn't." I've been talking about quitting now for some time because I think cigarettes make me feel like crap. Everytime I am nervous I'm smoking too much and get nervouser and nervouser (I am channeling Alice in Wonderland here, bear with me) and my stomach hurts (which it always does lately). I don't cough, though. And my skin looks awful. And the tobacco tax will increase and I can't afford it anymore. And I am still planning on running the Marathon in October which will be much easier if your lung doesn't wheeze all the time.

All good and valid reasons, but honestly...I don't think I'll manage it. Yesterday was OK, because my stomach was really upset (told ya) and I did not feel like smoking anyway. But today I'm not really sure. There's too many factors to consider. First, habit. I've reached for a pack of cigarettes just because it's there. Second, peer pressure. And I don't mean your friends urging cigarettes on you, I mean just everybody smoking and you really wanting to have one, too. Third, habit. Don't know what happens when I drink next time. Fourth, crappy mood. Well, I think three days should be enough to take care of that. But anyway. I did not want to tell anybody because then it's not so embarassing when you start again, but I just felt like sharing, since I also feel like having a cigarette. If you want to encourage me, do so by any means. If you want to talk me out of it because then you are alone on your smoking break, please refrain, I'll probably be back with you shortly anyway. OK, enough of that, now for something completely different...

Best Present Ever

I told you I liked all the presents I got...sitting on my new pillow, drinking my new coffee (three people gave me coffee, I guess I'm transparent :) out of my Purple Ronnie mug, reading my books, after I lightened up my mood with the sunny yellow bath lotion.... And the cat will be happy about his new toys as well. Can't really work the power drill my parents gave me in here, but oh well...I am digressing again, must be the nicotine lack talking.

What I was saying was that all my presents were really nice. But. Yesterday I got a late present and it's just the best thing ever.
They gave me a penguin.

His name is Sulivan. He lives on the Falkland Islands.Look at him here...isn't he the best penguin ever? Look at his cute little feet. And his regal yet thoughtful posture. And the yellow spot on his chest. And he's all mine. For a year, at least :)

w00t!