i think it is frightening how ablivious i can be, apparently my computer had my aim address and passwords of something of the kind cause i clicked on a little button on face book and bam the program that i didn't even know i had appears says launch application and zing there's my list of people. val doesn't even know the half of it, me and computers are just down right frightening.

Tooo Much Stuff

okay something to rant about, stuff. George Carlin had it right about people and stuff. so I'm going though pushing buttons, customizing my little piece of Internet here, and i thing dude lets put a picture up (okay so the voice in my head totally didn't sound like it was from bill and ted). so i get up off the rolling yoga ball (don't ask). head up stairs to what used to be my room but is now the craft room, going to a box that should have a certain thanksgiving photo in that i adore, but noooooo. it has every other disc since then but not the one i am looking for. If the disc wasn't there that meant another box, low an behold the whole FRAKING ROOM is boxes of stuff. big boxes, little boxes, open boxes, closed boxes, labeled boxes, and you guessed it unlabeled boxes. so i decided, since there was no way i was staying up there where any zombie squirrel could get me that i would let it all out.

Pooka's 1st Rant

So, this is the inaugural rant. . . . . .

WOW, thought I would have more to rant about. I mean I set this whole thing up with all these ideas and now, Nada. This was not an exercise in futility though. I actually used the computer correctly (color me shocked). okay, so there was the one itsy-bitsy little misshape, but it was so small it could have been nothing, kinda like a misshape-light. Well now that I have sort of rambled I am going to go push some more buttons on this page and hope I don't blow up the backyard or something.