I was bent out of shape about him even being in town a week ago but this was just the icing on the cake. Whenever I would use my camera it ALWAYS made its way back into the case. I paid over $900 (including tax and a memory card) for that camera and I wasn’t about to let it get lost or broken. The case was the safest place for it to be. I kept the case in my closet because that seemed like the logical place to put it.

When he and I were living together I watched that camera constantly. I ALWAYS checked to make sure it was still in it’s place and it really chaps my ass that the ONE TIME I did not think about it, or didn’t think to check, or didn’t think to hide it, he snagged it from me. I called him up and gave him a good verbal beating, but that won’t get my camera back. It’s long gone now and I couldn’t be any sicker about it.

Every now and then I hear from my real estate agent and recently he asked me out to lunch. I’m not sure what sort of an invite that was, work related or friendly but I said perhaps. I don’t think I will, though. He was nice and all, but I don’t even know what the hell we would talk about.

It’s really irritating because I don’t like Safari as much as I do Firefox. I go through phases where I like it one week, and not the next.

I like Safari mainly for it’s speed… I think it’s the fastest browser I’ve ever used. Firefox seems a little laggy when you compare the two, but not so much that Firefox seems slow. On the other hand, Firefox seems far sturdier than Safari. I’ve yet to find any super awesome plugins for Safari, either. I suppose that’s because up until version 3, Safari was a mac only application.

I am interested to see where Safari will go from here!

I would much rather go to a loving family member’s house who has at least the slightest clue as to what they’re doing to get my belly full. I will not be learning how to cook anytime soon, and I am damn proud of it!

We actually did good this Monday and instead of getting out at our usual 11-11:30 I managed to get home by a quarter till 10. I think I was in bed and passed out before I’m usually even home.

Whew, I’m tired.

The other day I saw an episode of “How It’s Made” where they explained how popcorn is made. It really gave me a hankering for something I didn’t even like. I got a box of “Buttery Kettle Corn” and I admit I’m digging it so far.  I guess it’s similar to how I used to shrivel up and die if I had to eat a tomato, but now I enjoy them.

Then again it’s sad to see her get bigger. I hate the idea of ever not having her around. Which is why she’s gonna live forever and ever and ever.

In other news, not shit is going on with me. Just working as usual and being an internet addict. I’ve been trying to work on a new layout for kelleyroo. Already! Hell I don’t think this site will ever get a new one Well, maybe.. it’s just, I think the layout is so pretty and it saddens me to think I won’t be able to look at it all the time. Maybe I’ll just keep it forever, who knows.

Speaking of layouts, the internet, and my addiction I stumbled onto a handful of blogs yesterday that I adore. I was worried that there weren’t anymore sites like that out on the internet but it turns out I’ve just been doing a shitty job at blog-hopping. When you visit the links on shitty sites, they’re usually linking to other shitty sites. If you can find one good one, chances are they’ve linked to lots of cool people with great blogs. Thank you wonderful people for reinstilling my faith in the internet.

I work downtown which is where I see him often. He is usually on a corner that I pass to get on the highway on my way home. I see him very randomly but once I gave him $10. I don’t know why I feel for this man so much. I mean, yes most homeless people hit me where it hurts and I never think twice about giving them what cash I have on my person.. but I almost want to talk to this man.

I saw him again last night on my way home from work and gave him another $5. We will probably reach $50 soon. All that payperposting… going to the homeless . On my way TO work I saw him again, only he wasn’t on the corner he was crossing the street. I honked and waved and I wonder if he even recognized me? For all I know this guy is cracked out of his mind and probably wondered why that stupid bitch in the red beetle keeps bothering me?

My grandparents were big bowlers and for that reason I hate it. They used to drag my brother and I to the very bowling alley we were at last night a few times a week. We would be stuck there until at least 2 or 3 am, and if I remember correctly I was in third or fourth grade. My grandfather would give us 2 dollars apiece to play games with and my brother usually spent his way before I did mine. He would play games in the “gameroom” and I usually bought candy or a coke… and tried to make my food last as long as possible.

The bowling alley wasn’t anything near what it used to be, not that it was originally much… but it seemed a lot livlier back then. The eating area where Eric and I used to sleep after we were broke and bored has been turned into some sort of kitchen area to make food that they don’t even serve.

An image that has been burned into my brain is being able to look out at the lanes and see my ugly, gargantuan, bitch of a grandmother watching us from across the bowling alley. I really, really hated her.

No… really.