flawlessMistakes

I have been feeling disgustingly proud of myself all day. Why, you ask? I actually thought to grab the art department's digital camera at the end of studio today so I could snap a few shots of my work. (You know, just so I could put something new up?) I even borrowed a brandspankingnew disc for it. The problem? No drive. We got a new CPU at the beginning of the summer, and it doesn't have a floppy drive! Argh. Looks like I'll have to wait until tomorrow and use my dad's computer before I go to work. On the plus side, one of the Ultimate Fakebook CDs I ordered off of eBay came in today. I just wish the other one would get here. I'm in need of

Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday, dear me. Happy birthday to me! ...Yeah. Eighteen today. Whee. The highlights so far have been my best friend's message she left on my phone ("You can buy porn!") and the dozen double chocolate cookies my co-worker gave me because I told him on Friday that he had to. And he actually listened to me.

The aim of the game is to forget the game. The minute you hear about the game you are playing the game. You never stop playing the game. You cannot win the game. If you remember that you are playing the game, you have lost the game. You are now playing the game.