my first experience with plastic...how naughty

i woke up at 5, i have no idea what i have been doing since then. time just seems to pass in my life, and i can never really understand how. i always think mystically and say that the god of time is messing with me. (that sounded silly, especially since i am not polytheistic-chic.) i must have sat on my butt, because it is numb.

in related news (sequitor, i swear) eron sent pornography to my email. those men were so happy. i do not think i could ever find as much happiness as they had.

oh. i am now a plastic-wielding citizen. i charged my first heap to my discover card. it was exhilarating. the money just went by so quickly. i saw dollar bill and euro signs dancing around my head just like in the cartoons i used to watch ("used to watch", ha), except these signs did not follow after head trauma. Or maybe they did. i spent $60 at old navy at cambridgeside.