I am dead. I've been up over 30 hours without sleep, and I am going to fall over. Even my old stand-by Cherry Kool Aid won't enable me to awaken long enough to reply to emails (if I did reply to you, feel very special). OK, it's off to bed for this car nut; photos and babble will be forthcoming tomorrow.

Nighty all!

As you've probably noticed, I totally jacked up my blog's color scheme. That's what happens when I fuck with my blog at 4 in the morning. Yeah, I just didn't go to sleep tonight, so I'm sure shenanigans will occur within the next 4 or 5 hours. Add to that non-sleep the fact that my neck and back are killing me, and you have a sure bet of shenanigans. Why you ask? One word: ULTRAM. That stuff knocks out my worst pain, but it makes me sooooooooo loopy. Add to it the lack of sleep and I'm going to be one fucking barrel of monkey's later on today. Woohoo! So if you happen to be at the Detroit Auto Show and see some chick running around with a VW bag on her head, it's me. I'll have on my red Ferrari team shirt and my black/red patent Docs (photo to your left). Believe me, you'll know it's me when you see me. I rock...

I found my ultra kick ass Icee straw; now I'm happy.

Mmmm, Cherry Kool Aid for breakfast. Woohoo!

OK, the problem of how to get to the Falls was cleared up by my happy ass being picked up at home instead of driving up there. Now if only I could go to sleep. I don't need to get up until 8AM, instead of 6AM, but getting up requires one to go to sleep. Argh!

It's cold and snowy; two of the things I hate with the fires of a million suns. How chipper do you think I am?

Yeah, I did the sleeping pill thing again, and I didn't get up until 6:30 this evening, and I was asleep by 12:30AM. Bah!

I have to be in Cuyahoga Falls by 8AM tomorrow (Friday) morning in order to go to the Detroit Auto Show. First I have no idea how I'm supposed to get there, and second, how am I supposed to be up at 8AM? Just a question....

Argh!

Yeah, I finally fell asleep at 8AM and I woke up at the ripe time of 5:30PM. You'd think I'm a stripper from the hours I'm keeping. Anyway, I'm going to try the sleeping pill thing again tonight, and I'm setting my alarm for 9AM. Instead of taking the normal dose of 2 pills, I'll only take one. Now if I get up at 9AM I'll be in business.

I'm still arranging my room. I just brought my computer up here from the living room, but now I have no space for my printer. I'll have to move my stuffed animals and find them a new home, as they currently reside in the printer's spot. I hate having so much crap!

Alright, I'm getting IM'd out the butt so I'd better go.

Yeah, I have waaaaaaaay too much time on my hands due to an inability to sleep. However, I did find a photo of hotpants Anthony LaPaglia, with glasses (Polo 412's) nonetheless. Woohoo me. Sorry about the crappy quality, but us beggars can't be choosers. I reapeat, yummy!

I hate when my glasses get all smeary and gross. I clean them, then they get all smeary again. Grrrrrrrrr.

I think I'm going to try sleep now. I'm off...

Just in case anyone needed to know, the Halloween movie is not edited. Everyone may now proceed with their normal day...

What's it like to sleep normal hours? Hmmm?

I'm watching Halloween: The Curse of Michael Myers on the Mystery channel. I'm not sure if that's a regular channel, or an Encore movie channel. If it's one of the movie channels the movie won't be edited to hell. If it isn't then this movie is going to blow ass. If it's edited I'm going to watch my FearDotCom DVD. I don't care what anyone says, FearDotCom is a good movie!

Tomorrow will be more of the same; pissing around the house time. Yay.

Yeah, it snowed and that sucks.

I changed my background music because I'm on a Geoff Tate kick. Deal with it.

I should probably eat or something.

I'm off...

OK, that's it. Enough of this fucked up sleep schedule. I went to bed at 10PM last night, was asleep by 10:30PM and woke up at 2:15AM. I've been up ever since. This is seriously fucked up, and needs to stop pronto.

I couldn't take the GTI to my mechanic today as it's raining and my car doesn't run for shit when it rains thanks to the crappy plug wires.

OK, I'm off to go to the post office, and grocery store.

As usual, my plans didn't work out as planned. I don't know why I bother making plans with anyone, as the other person always changes their mind. Assholes. Now I'm supposed to hit the Detroit Auto Show on Friday and on Sunday; I'm not holding my breath though.

Tomorrow will be another busy day. Why can't I learn to spread stuff out over the week instead of cramming everything into one day? Grrrr...

I didn't really do anything this weekend worth writing about. Fun times were had by all, well by me.

I'm finished.

I ran around like a crazy woman today. I woke up at 1:30 yesterday afternoon, and didn't go to bed until 5PM this afternoon. I'm pretty tired of this funky sleep schedule I'm on, and I'm hoping to remedy it soon. I'm really tired now, so I plan on going to bed no later than midnight.

Here's the news I was babbling about earlier in the week. I'm going back to the car museum! I'm too happy. I don't have my start date yet, but it'll be relatively soon. I am sooooooooo happy.

I ran to the dry cleaner's today as I managed to jack up the zipper in my Ferrari jacket, so I need that replaced, and I also called my repair guy about the record player I purchased as a Christmas present. The record player doesn't work at all, and I'm sooo pissed about it, so I'm going to get an estimate on having it replaced, then send a copy of it to the jackass seller. That's the second Christmas in a row that I've been screwed by purchasing gifts off of the Internet. I've learned my lesson, and won't do it again. Of course the seller claims the record player worked when he shipped it; what a lying jackass.

Tomorrow is evaluate the plug wires and coil day. I need to rustle up a spray bottle so I can diagnose my problem. I'm taking the GTI to my mechanic on Monday at 10AM so he can go over it and let me know what its overall condition is; all for no charge! I know I definitely need new struts ($600), a new brake master cylinder ($80) and new plugs/wires ($135). I also need the transmission seal replaced ($100) as the dumb fucks who originally replaced the seal clipped it when the installed it so now it leaks. Asshats.

Detroit Auto Show on Sunday!

Henry Rollins spoken word performance on Valentine's Day at the Agora in Cleveland. Woohoo!

Whee, we're getting poison sumac, whee!

No fishy; they were all out of Siamese Fighting fish. Dammit!

I really need to arrange my videos; they're quite messy.

I think that's all.

Well I originally was asleep by 10PM, but I woke up at 1AM and haven't been able to get back to sleep. Bah!

Today is fishy day!

I got the neighbors pretty good this evening. I went upstairs after my last post and began tidying up my room (no it's not finished yet). I cranked a mix CD up to about 16 and let the sonofabitch play. The CD has Gary Jules, Depeche Mode, Type O and some hair metal on it; quite the mishmash to fuck with annoying neighbors who listen to rap music. About an hour and a half after I went upstairs, I came downstairs for a drink and noticed it was silent next door. They were still home so either the landlord's wife called and told them to shut the fuck up, or my stereo got the message across. My Mom told me the music was so loud this morning (around 10:30AM) that she was going to come upstairs and yell at me to turn my stereo down! I repeat, fucking crackheads...

I'm going to change purses then go to bed.

I'm in a crabby mood, and the crackheads next door aren't helping it very much. Lets turn our stereo up as loud as it'll go, and slam into the fucking wall. I called the landlord again today, and his wife agreed that they're way too noisy and it's passed the ridiculous stage. The guy has 7 fucking kids and doesn't work. His crackhead wife lied to the landlord and said she only had 3 kids; she has 5. Stop fucking reproducing!

I need a nap. Besides, two can play the "turn the stereo up as loud as it will go" game and my music is more annoying (well to most people) which means I win by default. The asshat next door is playing rap music so odds are he's not a Type O or Queensryche fan. Speaking of Queensryche, Michael Wilton is one of the sexiest things I've ever laid eyes on. Add to the fact that he kept gesturing at me, and smiling at me, during the QR show in October and I'm transfixed! The photo is courtesy of his website, www.MichaelWilton.com.

That's it, the fucking music is so loud it's like it's in my goddamn living room. It's time to be childish and retaliate.

Here's what really pisses me off...Don't email me wanting to buy a pair of my Docs, then suddenly change your mind and not notify me of your decision. I understand that things may come up, but at least have the decency to let me know you won't be purchasing the shoes from me. People never cease to piss me off.

On a similar note, don't make plans with me then decide not to follow through with those plans and not let me know. If you don't feel like doing something, let me know. I, of all people, understand that sometimes a person just doesn't feel like going anywhere or doing anything. Then this person bitches when she can't find good friends, and can't find a boyfriend; gee I wonder why quality people want nothing to do with her, and why she can't keep a boyfriend? People quickly tire of being the only one making an effort to have a relationship with someone; romantic or platonic. If your follow through on plans is zero, your social life will quickly follow suit. Goodness.

I'm hoping to get my fishy tomorrow. Maybe having a cute fishy will calm my happy ass down.

My room is almost straightened out! I'm so close to having it back to normal, I just want to finish it tonight. I need to start going to bed before 4AM, but I am staying up tonight until my room is finished. Hopefully I'll be in bed by 1AM.

OK, it's under 10 degrees here. Fuck you, Ohio. Fuck you.

Speaking of the cold, I was outside for not even 10 minutes helping my Mom carry shit to the curb for the trash pickup tomorrow, and now my ankles and knees are killing me. Arthritis is not fun, no sirree.

I'm trying to figure out how to transfer data from my old Compaq to my MooTop. The Compaq doesn't have a CD burner, nor does it have USB ports. It does have a floppy drive, but my MooTop does not have a floppy drive. I think I'm going to have to break down and bust out the old zip drive in order to get everything transferred. It'll really piss me off if I go through all of that trouble and then the MP3 files won't play. Grrrrrrr.

Alright, I'm finished bitching.

Who in the hell is calling my house at 20 til 3 in the morning? Of course the number came up as private name/private number; fucking crackheads.

I felt much better today even though it was still raining. It's now supposed to turn into snow; I'm so excited. I'm tired of Ohio and really need a change of scenery, even if it's just for a week's vacation. Uck.

I talked to Don, my mechanic, today and he said he's pretty sure it's my plug wires. That makes me feel better, as I didn't want to deal with electrical gremlins.

I repeat , people who call me at 20 til 3 in the morning are fucking crackheads.

Wow, I feel like crap. I've had a headache since I woke up this afternoon, and it will not quit. I sincerely hope to feel better when I wake up tomorrow morning as I have to stop by the car museum, call my mechanic (he wasn't in on Saturday), run to UPS, call the local domestic violence coalition to find out about volunteering and go to the post office and the bank. None of these tasks will be completed if I feel like I did today. Ugh...

My Mom found my old Compaq laptop. It was packed away in the basement so I'm amazed it still works. I managed to rig the power cord so that the battery will charge; that's why I stopped using it. One of my "friends" tripped over it and broke the connection. I had it fixed once, but it still didn't work right. The laptop has all kinds of Knight Rider wav files on it, and some amusing photos. It's sooooooo slow, though. It was the best you could buy in 1998 and now it is a worthless PC. It's fun to play with though, and I'm definitely keeping it. I can get on the Internet via dial-up, but it's not advanced enough to support SBC/DSL. It'll be a good backup just in case the MooTop decides to die on me.

I'll stop blabbing now.

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Well I replaced the coil wire on my car, yet he still chugs. I'm calling my mechanic tomorrow (Saturday) and finding out what he wants me to do. My car will chug, then fix himself and then chug again. And it only happens when it's been raining. Snow doesn't cause it, nor does regular sunny or overcast days. Hmmm...

I didn't get my fishy tonight, but I will buy him soon.

I may have really ultra-awesome news to post soon. I should know by this time next week, and as soon as I find out I'll post it. Either way, good or bad, I'll post the news as soon as I find out. I hope it's good!

I busted out the Atari this evening and played games for a good hour to hour and a half. I was too dorky happy to be sitting in front of the TV playing the original Frogger game. I kicked ass on Missile Command and Dig Dug, but I got my ass kicked on Pac-Man and Moon Patrol. I love Atari!

I miss Fluffy.

I managed to score my Keith Haring day planner for 2004. I couldn't find it at Border's prior to Christmas, but there were three of them there tonight, and all for half-off! Rockin, I say.

Alright, I'm going to finish watching Copycat on TNT.

Nighty

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Blogger was working fine earlier today, but now it seems to be down again. Until Blogger gets back up like normal, all of my Blogger hosted images will not be working. I hope they get this crap fixed soon.

I've packed up everything that needs to be shipped, and I'm going to finish my Avon order now.

I'll finish cleaning my room tonight in order to prepare for my new fishy! I'm buying a Siamese Fighting fish tomorrow, and I want to make sure my room is all arranged before I bring him into the house. I know, it's just a fish, but I want to make sure everything is arranged so he doesn't accidentally get knocked over or something. I was going to get a goldfish because they're so cute, but I don't think I could handle another pet dying right now. Siamese Fighting fish live through anything, so that's my new pet!

I watched "Wrong Turn" last night on DVD. It's not that great of a movie, but it is pretty funny. Pick it up if you're not doing anything else; it would also be a good party DVD. All in all I'd watch it again, and I'd buy it for $7 or less.

OK, I'm off...

OK, here's a link for the left side of my rear window, and one for the right side of my rear window. Yes, I love stickers.

I didn't get my light fixed, nor did I get the Kamei Grille spoiler put back on him either. I did get him cleaned out, though. Woohoo!

OK, I really don't understand why my clicker is still spastic and why my low-beams refuse to work. What's going on? I need to go out and properly anchor my headlights, so I'll mess around with the wires and stuff to see if anything's loose.

I promise I'll get a photo of my newly sitckered car too.

OK, I'm off.

Happy New Year