So in the past few months:

I have had my digital camera stolen by some dishonest fuckwit. Granted, had I not been wasted beyond recognition, throwing-up everywhere stumbling around and spooning toilet bowls I would have had the chance to pay more attention to what I was carrying (or in this instance, not carrying).

I have thought about buying a new one, but time, money and other commitments which take priority over random snapshot fun kind of got in the way. Funny how that works out.

I have experienced strange and somewhat enlightening (and maybe uplifting?) experiences involving ex-boyfriends, friends of ex-boyfriends, girlfriends of ex-boyfriends. Actions and events involving said ex-boyfriends, friends of ex-boyfriends and girlfriends of ex-boyfriends have lead me to believe that he is not the person that I originally thought he was and that is extremely disappointing.

On the other hand, I am with a person who I respect, adore, cherish and care for.. who also reciprocates such feelings in equal measure.

Home life isn't as cruisy as it used to be, but that comes to no surprise. In fact it was to be expected.

Work could be better. Meh. I guess there aren't that many people who TRULY love work. I am currently looking for a new place of employment, but will remain being a call-center bitchslave until I am able to find steady, full-time employment elsewhere.

I have also found I want to do so many things with myself; and with so much time, such little money and such huge dreams it is, it is rather daunting. I don't know where to begin!

Ah, I love life right now. I really do.