PeregrineBlue

So Jacob secretly added 540 songs to my iTunes, and my silly little iPod decided it must sync absolutely every song, and very carefully so as not to make a mistake.  An hour, fifteen minutes is too long to be waiting for your iPod to sync, right? Meanwhile, it's as rainy as rainy can be outside, and I'm bored out of my head.  You can tell because I've done, like, ten of those Pick 5 thingies on Facebook.  God help me, but they're addicting.  Shall I list them for you, Blog? "Why, yes Amanda!  I would absolutely adore to hear about all of the Pick 5s you have done on Facebook!" Five Places I've Lived: Iowa City IA, Makawao HI, Rochester MN,

I've been having dreams that take place in shopping centers, lately.  Like, WalMart/Kmart/Target-type shopping centers, where everything human has been taken, commercialized and raped by the green-eyed beast Capitalism.  I think it's a manifestation of my present money concerns (no job, no place to live in a few weeks) being a dominant factor in my life.  I mean, there hasn't been a sinister undertone to any of the dreams, they just happen to take place in fucking shopping centers. But last night, there was this calico cat in my dream that was always around and following me…. Which maybe represents myself as an individual, or my family