Coffee and Caffeine Induced Lunacy.

I have no idea why I'm posting in this. I have god knows how many blogs: LJ, Myspace, Buzznet, ect. List goes on. And I usually post in my LJ. A lot.

BUT, since that one is locked and I'm iffy about adding people on it (drama, anyone?), I guess I can post in this one. Hell, I shelled out $38 three years ago to get the perks that come with joining the DF. Might as well take full advantage of it, right? And if you guys are lucky, I might just put in here what I put in my LJ - if I'm comfortable with sharing. I'm a fickle lot, no?

But I warn you now: I bitch. A LOT. Like, every day. I'm destined to become one of those cantankerous old ladies with white hair who sits on her porch every day, knitting, drinking tea, and complaining about every little thing that comes to mind - from my daily body aches to the ruffians down the street.

And also, I'm really bad at responding to people and posting comments on their blogs. So don't come over here commenting hoping that I'll return the favor. I might, but it'll be a while. That's just how I roll.

I should do an introduction, but by now, I think it might be safe to assume that quite a few of you on here know who I am. Sucks to be you, eh? If you don't - well, be thankful. I'll probably run that in due time.

It's damn hot out. Welcome to SoCal, right? Haha. It's not too bad in my room right now, actually. I have the ceiling fan going along with a little fan that's right next to me. My hair's still wet, so that's keeping me cool. I should have thought of that yesterday, but like the blond dumbass that I am - I didn't. I also didn't think of grabbing this old t-shirt that I have on instead of one of other ones I've been wearing, which is thick. And black. Again, I am a genius!

It's just a shirt, but it actually has meaning, so I should describe it. It's old. Like, nearly 20 years old. Like, around my baby sister's age old. It's kind of thin, but not see through thin. And white. It has black and navy blue specks on it, like someone dipped a paintbrush in those colors and flicked the brush at the shirt. And it has weird navy blue squares on it that have glitter on them. It used to be my mom's and it was one of her favorite shirts. She wore it all the time when I was a wee one. And I remember I really liked this shirt. I forget when I managed to get my hands on it, but I did. Think I was about 16. She had given it to me when I was 15 as a sleep shirt, but when we left Florida in March 2000, I had left it behind. When I came back to Florida (on my own) in July that same year, I broke into our old house to get some of my things that were still there and I saw this and grabbed in the process. Why? I dunno. At that time, I seriously wished death upon Momma. For a lot of reasons that I don't feel like going into at this time. Maybe two people on this board know those reasons. Maybe I'll divulge at some point in time. But anyway, I grabbed it. I guess it had a lot of sentimental value then. Guess it does now. It's a good reminder. Makes me think of good times with my mom when I was little: trips to the park, birthdays, coming home from school to tell Momma about something that happened that was good and she became happy as well. That sort of sentimental mush.

I don't think I could ever get rid of this shirt.

But I do bet that by the end of the day, it's going to need one hell of a washing from all the sweat that's going to get poured into it.

God damn 113 degree weather.

I'm done rambling.