Rat Race was good. Everyone was laughing so hard. I'd go see it again if some one asked me. I scarfed down a Snickers Cruncher before the movie. So the chocolate + the movie = euphoric Wingd. I was. I'm also in love with Cuga Gooding Jr and Vince Vieluf. He was just cool in the movie and I like goofy guys like that.

The minute I walked out of the theater, my chocolate high dropped. Ranger was waiting at the top of the steps and he followed me all the way back home. I had a couple messages on AIM (AOL Instant Messenger). In that little 'away' box. Screen names I didn't recognize.

"Ooooh boy, please don't let it be some more people who are pissed off about the Clix! thing," I thought.

It wasn't. One was Michelle's (she said she liked my site and said 'thanks' for what I said about her in my last entry. That was really cool of her. The other was someone else who had found my site and said she liked it. We chatted for a while. She asked me how I get a lot of hits to my site. Which is weird because I didn't do anything else other than register with Google. Most people find my site through Yahoo! or Google. Some very weird searches too. Anyway ... we chatted for a little while. I checked out her site. It's a pretty cool site.

I checked my email. 'Gearing up for the fall dating season!' Just what I need to see. An email from Match.com. Especially after thinking the whole way home from the movie that I'll be 22 in about 2 months and I'm still a relationship virgin. Charming. So now I'm on my bed, navy tee, jeans and white socks, listening to Boys Are Naturally Cruel by Subcircus. That and the rest of the MP3's I have in my bummed playlist.

I'm going to bed in a while. I have to be up early enough to get into the city for 10. Why? Because I have no life and Norm wants me to come in. Did she ask if I would be busy? If I had plans? No, 'course not. Because everyone knows I don't have a life. I never have plans. I did want to go to Brooklyn to watch the West Indian parade. I mean ... I'm a West Indian. I've never been to the parade and it would've been cool to see. So now ... my whole day is slated out to be spent with Norm and Keri. I love them but ... I dunno. I feel I'm everyone's little graphic design monkey lately.

All there is ... is work. Well .. work and the Internet. And the Internet's because of work. I don't really have weekends anymore. I haven't had a weekend since I was 17. Weekends are for doing what I couldn't finish during the week.

I thought long and hard about that tonight. I've been doing a lot lately and ... um .. what do I really have to show for it? Let's see ... I don't even have a savings account. I have no more than 60 dollars in my wallet at a time. I still have no TV, no chest of drawers, no furniture in my room really. I still know no one but Mark (and that's barely) in the area. I blame myself for that since I don't go anywhere. My laptop's sick and I can't seem to get it together to buy the memory I need for her. I have like 1 gig left on my hard drive. One! One gig out of nine. What the hell is on this thing? Tons of porn? No. I have porn, Sailor Moon and South Park episodes, even my MP3's but no ... work files ... tons of work files are taking up the space. They're more than anything else combined.

I'm going to bed.