Monday, May 28 - 6:43 p.m.

Had a busy weekend sploshing in the rain and catching up on always much needed sleep. Got my hair cut at a frou-frou salon and Fab the hairdresser (no seriously) straightened the living crap out of it, so I looked polished and glam and put together for once in my life. Am still trying to grow out the Great Hair Massacre of 2000, where Daniel, heretofore the hairdresser extraordinaire, chopped every hair on my head to a pathetic 2 inches in a misguided effort to turn me into pixie vixen Winona Ryder. (really.)

Mum and Pops also hauled out their photo albums and I saw never-before seen footage of them in school, dating, etc. And yes, true to all my father's fervent proclamations, and despite my difficulty to ever conceive of such a thing, my father was actually quite a looker. Saw a pic of him in a devil-may-care, James-Dean-esque pose. huh. Despite all my firmly held beliefs, my parents actually did have lives before me.

Also found some cute-as-heck pics of me, one of which I have scanned here. Really, why they ever thought they could duplicate such perfection by having my brother is beyond me.



Tuesday, May 22 - 11:24 p.m.
This is ridiculous. I am becoming a computer geek. Have not seen the light of day for 6 hours and I sat hunched over the computer working on this site. I will end up with pasty skin, bifocals and Carpel-Tunnel Syndrome if I don't watch myself. On the other hand, I now have a spiffy new title and Rant of The Week page. But still. CANNOT SUCCUMB TO INTERNET MADNESS. Must behave like a normal person and go for walks and write in my journal and socialize with real human beings that do not have MSN Messenger.

Monday, May 21--2:34 p.m.
So this is me, out here for all to see. Feels weird, kind of. Like I'm at an AA meeting. Or left the house with no shirt on. I've always kept a journal, but onLINE is another thing altogether. What if someone sees this? What if noone sees this? Scary business.
I surfed the web for online diaries yesterday, and came across some sites that host diaries. I was reading some entries and it was so sad...all these angst-ridden, suicidal teenagers talking about how they hate their parents and never want to leave their rooms. But then again, I was like that, once. Growing up is like Nature's version of Prozac. Thank God.
11:35 pm
This website thing is addictive. Been working on it all day, thus effectively wasting my precious long weekend. Back to the PR grind tomorrow...the Queen of Schmooze lives!