Yesterday was by birthday and as usual I was going to do my "it's my birthday and I've done absolutely nothing with my life post," but that is getting really old. Yes, I am now 28 years old. Yes, my life sucks, but the only person to blame is me, so I should get off my ass and do something about it. *sigh*.

So yeah, I'm feeling pretty down right now. I suppose this isn't the best comeback post, but I gotta keep it real. I do plan on revamping this site with a new layout. I'll probably covert to wordpress to... I'm giving myself until Thanksgiving. I know it's a long time, but I'm lazy and like to take my time about shit.

I've mostly been working or sick for the past few months. I got a double dose of the flu and an ear infection and was out three days for both. I actually had to go to the emergency room for the ear infection as it was causing vertigo and the room wouldn't stop spinning. Of course all of this happened at work and I was supremely humiliated by the whole thing.

Anyway, there is a new layout up at Sebastian-Stan.com and things seem to be going well for him, which is nice. As far as a new layout here goes, I'm working on it, but I also have some other projects in the works that have priority, but I will try to post more (I say that every time, I know).

I also went to yet another Circa Survive concert last night. There were four bands playing and I can't remember all of the names right now, but generally they were all pretty good. It was once again in L.A., Hollywood this time, at the Avalon and it was an okay show although I left at the tail end of Circa's set as I wasn't interested in seeing the headlining band. I have pictures and crap and will post a dedicated blog entry with the pics later. I'm too lazy to do it now.

Also, Jackie, I have not forgotten about you. I so owe you a new layout and will e-mail soon. I've just haven't had the time or the patients to really deal with e-mail right now.

Okay, that's about it. I know no one reads this anymore, but I blog for my comfort, not yours. Kisses!

I got another ticket in February. It was for "speeding" (going 45 in a 40 zone) and I got "popped" in the exact, I mean THE EXACT same place I got popped the first time. Now I owe $651 in traffic tickets and I assume I have two moving violations on my DMV record which is going to make it impossible to find affordable insurance. I don't have to go to court this time though. I can just pay through the L.A. Superior Court website. Convenient, isn't it.

The Signal Hill Police Department is on my hit list. Long Beach Cops are pricks, but they have better things to do than give out bullshit tickets. Maybe it's because Signal Hill is the size of two city blocks that they feel the need to give out numerous traffic tickets for no apparent reason. Why that "city," and I use the term loosely, even has a Police Department I will never know. Now I take the freeway to work and back every day. Fuck taking the streets.

On another annoying note, I got some bullshit scam letter in the mail today from some con shop calling themselves: Check Processing Bureau Enforcement Division that claim I owe $140 on a bounced check from some pizza place I've never heard of. Number 1, I don't write checks. It's all about the debit card or cash. No. 2, I would never order $140 dollars worth of pizza from some delivery place. If I need that much pizza, I haul my ass to Costco and buy like 4 or 5 of their gigantic pizzas in the deli section. Fuck paying a tip and delivery fee. I can bake that shit myself.

Considering that I am still highly pissed off about being scammed by my own city (as far as I'm concerned Signal Hill is a glorified neighborhood in Long Beach and traffic tickets are indeed a scam by the city to line their pockets) I decided not to stand for that shit and reported their assed to the U.S. Postal Service for using the mail to defraud the public. Why these people aren't arrested and out of business by now anyway is something I don't understand. Apparently they've been doing this shit since 2006. My complaint to the postal service is below. I sound so snooty, LOL.

"A company by the name of Check Processing Bureau Enforcement Division has sent me a letter threatening legal action if I do not pay them the amount of $140 for a supposed bounced/fraudulent check that was written to a pizza delivery service (South Bay Pizza) that I have never heard of. They calm that the "issue" was first sent to a collection agency that "made" several attempts to resolve the matter before it was turned over to them. They are threatening civil and/or criminal action if I do not pay them immediately. I've researched this "company" online and many people in various states have received offensive letters and harassing phone calls from this company claiming that they owe money on bounced checks that don't exist. From the sound of the letter this company is attempting to sound like a federal agency and is using the U.S. Postal Service to send fraudulent and harassing letters to people in an attempt to scam them out of money for unpaid debts that are not real. They should not be allowed to do this. I ask that the U.S. Postal Service look into this matter and hopefully take the appropriate action to cease these fraudulent letters from reaching me and others as well as pursue any legal/criminal action if warranted."

See, I'm really hyped up about this. This seriously chaps my ass and I'm totally serious when I say I want them to pursue criminal action against these guys. I was lucky just getting a letter. Some people are actually being harassed over the phone by these people repeatedly, and who knows how many poor fucks fell for this shit and sent them money on something that was/is a complete lie. I really, really want to see these con artist and others like them in jail. Everyone is already having enough trouble keeping their head above water in this economy. We don't need evil bastards like these stealing from us too. We get enough of that at the gas pump.

*Sigh* I'm so bitter these days. I wish I could relax, but I can't. Maybe putting up a new layout here will help, but I can't do that until I take care of some other things. I DO have plans for this site though. Tons and tons of plans that I need to find the time to work out. If I didn't have to work I could do it. Having a job sucks.

Everyone either knows, has worked with, or IS this white person. It's time for you to laugh at yourself.

That's what happens when you live in Long Beach. There is a cop waiting around every corner to give you a bullshit ticket so they can fine you exorbitant fees for something you didn't even do and I'm not kidding when I say I DID NOT BREAK THE LAW OR DESERVE A TICKET!!! That fucking cop was just trying to make his ticket quota for the month and it's a genius system too! Even if you are found not guilty for the offense you STILL have to pay some sort of fee for something. Not only do you get the fine for the ticket, but you also get fees from the court and the state of California, so even you go for the long haul and prove that you got ticketed wrongfully; you still have to pay something. It's a fucking racket!!!

Anyway, I got my fine reduced and have three months to pay or I can do community service, but I'll be damned if I'm going to pay $40 just to be put on a list to do community service and then once that's done, pay the court another $20 for the "convenience" of the whole thing. The reason I asked for that shit was BECAUSE I couldn't afford to PAY THE FINE... FOR SOMETHING I DIDN'T FUCKING DO!!!!!!!!

*Takes a deep breath* so I've decided to pay the reduced fine and be done with it. It will take me like two months, but I'll do it just so I don't have to see the inside of that courtroom again and you know what... that's what those greedy bastards were counting on.

Anyway, this means that I can finally start work on a new layout for SS.Com and I can crank out the next chapter of "This is Absolution." I've written a bit on it already, but I find I'm having trouble working out how Chase and Claudia should act now that she's in Massachusetts to visit him. I didn't think it would be this hard but apparently it is. I figure I should just step back and give it a rest. Maybe I just need a break, but I also think I should go back and read "Proof of Life" and get back in touch with the characters. That always seems to help.

I was going to write about all the above shit, but somehow I always find an excuse not to. I'm just so fucking lazy. I would have made a new year's resolution to stop being lazy in 2008, but I was too lazy to do that, so you know...

Anyway, joined last.fm recently and I must say I have weird taste in music and speaking of music, there is a music themed meme below that I got from Kayleigh. I was bored so I thought I'd try it.

The Lyrics Meme!
Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line(s) from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly (No lyric hunting! That is cheating!)

1. These are my confessions. Just when I thought I could say all I could say, my chick on the side says she's got one on the way. These are my confessions.

2. I'm holding onto your rope, got me ten feet off the ground. And I'm hearing what you say, but I just can't make a sound.

3. Some boy you are to take me by the hand. Through an elevator, got a little red light that tells you, boy, where the razor's been.

4. You simply defy, I cannot even move through the sky. We try it single file; take on me, hate is my denial.

5. Notice me, take my hand. Why are we strangers when our love is strong, Why carry on without me.

6. If you're looking for me I'll be on the block with my thing cocked back possibly sitting on a drop now. Because I'm a rider.

7. So if you're lonely you know I'm here waiting for you. I'm just a crosshair; I'm just a shot way from you.

8. I'll leave it all up to you girl, I'm I hitting it tonight? I'm gonna leave it all up to you girl, you're gonna break the ice.

9. Saturday night and my head is spinning. I wondered whose heart I've been sinning for.

10. It's Britney, bitch. Every time they turn the lights down, just want to go that extra mile for you. Public display of affection, feels like no one else in the room.

11. I've been gone for a minute now I'm back with the jump off. Goons in the club case somethin' jumps off.

12. I dig my toes into the sand. The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket.

13. Who could be the boss, look up to the cross stranded in the land of the lost?

14. I gotta ask myself what's it gonna be, babe. Am I gonna save myself, what's it gonna be?

15. Listen to me. I've been around the world, seen a million honeys. Been with special girls. Gave up my time and money.

16. Little blue mailbox, wonder if you'll have the next letter. Little blue mailbox, wonder if you'll ever make me feel better.

17. Tell me what kind of girl would want to play me. Tear me down and try to break me. Baby how could you betray me after all I've done for you.

18. I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe. But you keep frontin'. Sayin' what you gonna do to me, but I ain't seen nothin'.

19. The night I laid eyes on you. Felt everything around me move. Got nervous when you looked my way, but you knew all the words to say.

20. 6'oclock in the morning. My head is ready to explode. I can't believe I made it home alive. I don't remember where I went or what I was drinking. I know it made me sick and I'm not denying that I get this way when I try to get over you.

Anyway, went to see Tool at The Nokia Theater on Monday. It was an awesome fucking show; much better than the one I saw at The Staples Center back in September of 2006 which was the first time I had ever seen Tool. My sister bought tickets for my birthday that year and since Tool is one of my favorite bands, I was stoked.

We had better seats this time and Nokia is a smaller theater which houses about 8,000 people so it was way civilized, plus I had money this time (as I have a much better job) which always seems to make things more enjoyable even if you don't spend much of it.

I do have to say that Tool is just an incredible band. They're as close to purity in music as you can get. There's no pretence of ulterior motives to what they do. They just want to make music that is meaningful without being pussy about it and that deserves respect.

They've been around forever so I can't really add them to music section, but I may still upload some of my favorite Tool songs as people who haven't heard of them (which is insane because they're famous) can check them out if they're so inclined.

As far as the lackluster droll of my life goes, I'm getting really irritated with people's expectations of how I'm supposed to handle my diagnosis of diabetes.

In fact, I'm sick of writing about it and more sick of talking about it, but my family seems to think that I'm blowing the whole thing off (which I am not) and being an incompliant patient and that shit is so untrue. I take my fucking medication and I am very aware of my medical condition; I can't fucking avoid it, but I'm not going to let it define me as a person. I'm not going to fucking walk around with a stamp on my forehead saying type 2 diabetes and I'm not going to walk up to every person I meet on the street and say, "Hi, my name is Tiffany and I have type 2 diabetes." People don't need to know my business unless I tell them that shit and I'm not going to walk around with some badge of shame because of it. For a year I was sick without knowing it and managed to go to work and live my life. Yes, I've made changes and need to make more, but I'm not a fucking cripple and I'm not going to let people talk to me like I'm a child and treat me as if I can't wipe my own ass.

Of course, my mother in particular, thinks I'm being completely irrational about the whole thing and I should just shut my mouth and be pathetic, but that's always been our problem. She doesn't know how to get the fuck out of my business and let my handle my shit on my own. Why is it so hard for her to understand that she needs to BACK OFF?

*Holds hand up dismissively* don't try and answer that. I know you don't know I'm just throwing the rhetorical question out there... It's just very frustrating.

Hmm, I've sat here and written a venomous rant on my blog but it hasn't changed my situation. I still have the same problem I had ten minutes ago, but I have to remind myself that that really isn't the point of this blog anyway.

Just typing out my issues isn't going to solve my problems. However, it DOES help me become aware of them and at least plant the seed of solution in my head.

I suppose it's the anticipation of the winter. I have all this holiday vacation time spread out before me and as always I want to make the most of it and use it to get my web stuff in order... however, that never happens. I end up wasting the time away sleeping or watching pointless things on TV when I could be spending that valuable time coding something.

I hate coding.

I used to love it because it made me feel accomplished, but when you look back at the past and realize you've been doing this web design thing for going on ten years, you understand why the act of typing html code doesn't have the same warm and fuzzy feeling it used to. Not to mention that I'm a dinosaur compared to the new blood on the net and my html is proof of that. I find myself on the tail-end of the cutting edge, trying to fully understand xhtml, div layers, and code validation.

I feel defunct...I feel out of date and spoiled like something that needs to be flushed down the garbage disposal.

It's amazing to me how fast this year has gone by. Not that I'm complaining or anything. I've had many shitty years and this one is going to go down in the record books as the worst yet. Everything has been a struggle, I've gotten nothing but bad news, the road has gotten rockier and I know there is a lesson to be learned, there always is, but I can't seemed to fucking see it. I desperately look to 2008 to be a better year and get me back on track. It's undiscovered, so for right now it holds nothing but the brightest possibilities and I need that if I'm going to keep on keeping on.

I think some of my ho-hum attitude stems from my struggling with Chapter 11 of This is Absolution. It was so easy to write Proof of Life; the words just poured out of me, but this one is really hard. Maybe it's because it's not just about Chase and Claudia anymore. I have a slew of characters that need to be fleshed out and an intricate plot that is developing and changing all the time. I know that once I get Chase and Claudia in the same room together things will get easier, but it's killing me to have to write about the other characters and move the plot along without sounding forced. It's not that I don't like writing the other characters or that they have no importance to me; I just know Chase and Claude so well... It makes things difficult.

Anyway, the plan is to get the chapter online by Thanksgiving Day or the day after and add some new content here. I'll also continue changing the site html over to xhtml as I cannot stand not driving or at least being on the bandwagon with all the other web children.

I'm a sucker for conformity.

For those of you who don't know, Circa Survive is my favorite band in the whole wide world and I had the opportunity to see them in concert this past Thursday. I would have written about the experience the night of, but I was so exhausted that all I did when I got home was take a shower and go to bed. I was exhausted for several reasons and to my dismay; the concert was a mixed experience.

Don't get me wrong, Circa was awesome. I worship the ground that Anthony Green (the lead singer) walks on and he's so fucking cute. I would bear his children in a heartbeat; I'm so crushing on him, but I digress...

Like I said, the concert wasn't as great as I thought/wanted it to be. In fact, I have very few fond memories and even less pictures to commemorate the occasion and this is all thanks to rude little emo children... I'll get back to that later, but first, let's recount the events of Thursday, November 8th, 2007.

5:30pm: Quiana (my sister) and I arrive at The Mayan Theater in downtown Los Angeles. After suffering through the horrors that are the 405 and 110 freeways, I was super stoked to finally be an hour away from seeing Anthony in person for the first time.

Although we arrived an hour early for the show, there was still a pretty long line going and we quickly crossed the street and staked our claim online in the anticipation of an amazing show.

Seriously, the entire time I was in line all I could think about was the fact that I was actually in line to see Circa Survive; that I would actually be in the presence of Anthony's angelic voice and brilliant blue eyes... oh those eyes... It got to the point where every time my sister would ask me a question my answer would somehow include the words Circa or Circa Survive. I know, it's sad.

Now keep in mind that when I bought the tickets I knew that there was going to be an opening act, however, I had no idea that there were going to be THREE opening acts and those three acts would get 30 to 45 minute sets a piece before we even got a glimpse of Circa. More on this later.

6:40pm: The doors finally open and we are allowed to enter The Mayan. Although Quiana and I had seat tickets, I saw that the dance floor was practically empty and immediately secured a spot close to the stage where I could see Anthony clearly when they preformed. Big mistake... more on that later.

7:45pm: The first act, Fear before the March of Flames finally comes on stage. Their amps were way too loud and the lead singer was a FREAK!

I'm convinced he dropped massive amounts of acid before coming on stage and spent the entire time, bouncing around like a fool, symbolically jacking off with his microphone and trying to hypnotize the audience with weird hand gestures.

Actually I think he was really trying to hypnotize the hot chicks into not seeing how fugly he was in an attempt to score with a groupie after the show.... It didn't work.

Towards the end of the set he even did a half assed handstand trying to impress the crowd. It was ridiculous, but the saddest part of all this was that there were people actually there to see them... like, they acutally have fans.

The only bonus to that set was that Anthony came out on stage towards the end and sang (screamed) a few lyrics with the lead singer. Needless to say, everyone cheered their asses off at seeing him which was the loudest applause the band had gotten during their entire set.

8:30pm: The second act, The Dear Hunter, finally finished their setup and mic check (yes, we had to sit through all the bands setting up and mic checking which took like 30 minutes each) and started their set.

They were not half as bad as the first fuckups. The music was decent although a bit boring in parts and their amps weren't too loud so you could actually hear what the lead singer was saying.

They sort of reminded me of Coheed and Cambria in a good way which says a lot, but at that point I was starting to get antsy (as was everyone else) and I was done with that three opening act shit and ready to see Circa.

9:30pm: The third act, Ours, finally finishes their setup and mic check and they start their set.

This band is pretty good. They've been around a while so they've got stage presence and experience. Although the lead singer isn't the hottest guy in the room (Anthony is), he's a rockstar in the best sense and has a good voice. The music is very well done and the light design for the show was very nice. So nice that it prompted my sister and me to take a few pictures of their performance.

Another bonus to Ours was that their keyboardist/rhythm guitar and lead guitar guys were HOT. I have pics below and they aren't very good ones, but you'll get a general gist of the hotness.

Despite how much I liked Ours, I couldn't get it up for them as much as I would have liked as I'd been standing on concrete, pressed together with a bunch of sweaty emo teens for about three hours and I was over it. My feet were hurting, I was tired and I had actually contemplated just leaving without seeing Anthony. That's how exhausted I was.

10:15pm: The Ours set ends and Circa is about to set up for the finale.

My sister and I were standing patiently, extremely excited to finally see Anthony and in such a good spot close to the stage when all of the sudden the crowd on the dance floor started to get pushed forward like a tidal wave was hitting us from behind.

At first I didn't know what the hell was going on until the bastard little emo kids who were forcing their way to the front of the crowd started showing up in my section.

Yes, you read right. The push from behind was actually fucking teenagers (and I'm sure some stupid adults) who weren't smart enough to show up on time and get a good spot, so they decided to force their way to the front and push out all the people who had waited through all three acts to see Circa up close.

It was insane, we were being pushed around and smushed together so much that Quiana was starting to freak out. You could see and feel all these people pushing and shoving their way upfront, elbowing people in the gut ( I got elbowed) to steal their spot. I wanted to fight for my space, but Quiana was freaking out so much that I decided to fuck it and grab her arm to try and get her out of there.

Yeah, I wanted to see Anthony up close and be in the thick of it when he belted out lyrics to "In Fear and Faith" and "The Difference between Medicine and Poison," but it wasn't worth my sister getting physically assaulted and having a panic attack.

Now, while Quiana and I were struggling to get out of the whirlpool, this guy and girl had started to get into it about who was going to be ruder and push their way to the front first.

It's all a bit of a blur to me now, but I know that the girl had started punching the guy in the head first (right over Quiana's head as he was pushing his way forward right next to her) and then he either pushed the girl really hard or hit her. Whatever happened, the guy she was with got involved and then it turned into an all out fight in the middle of the dance floor. Luckily I had gotten Quiana out of there in time or we both would have ended up in the middle of that shit. Of course security had to break it up and although I don't know how many people were actually involved, I do know that the girl and guy who started it got tossed out of the venue unceremoniously.

Once everything had settled down I looked around and found myself at the very back of the dance floor miles away from where I once was. I was so close to seeing Anthony in all his glory that I could taste it, but the taste soon turned bitter due to all the evil little emos at the show. I swear, if I see anymore skinny jeans, hoodies or greasy, color streaked hair I'm going to fucking go off. No offense to all the nice emos out there, but your brethren have SERIOUS problems and need their asses kicked.

Anyway, it was going to be awhile before Circa actually got onstage as the fight had the roadies for Ours mesmerized which delayed the breakdown of their stuff and thus delayed the setup of Circa's stuff.

Luckily, while we had the coveted up close spots on the dance floor we'd met a really nice young couple who'd driven all the way from San Bernardino to see the show and were with us when we got forced to the back. The boyfriend bought Quiana a bottle of water to help her calm down and let her bum a cigarette.

Although I'm very proud of her for quitting smoking years ago, after everything that had just happened I figured I could keep my mouth shut while she enjoyed a little nicotine comfort in an attempt to chill and regain her equilibrium. She was honestly startled by the whole thing, so much so that her hands were shaking even after we were outside with the couple chilling, smoking and waiting for Circa to come on.

11:00pm: Anthony and the rest of Circa Survive finally enter the stage. Their set was good and Anthony has an incredible voice and insane stamina. His voice never cracked and his high notes were so crystal clear it was amazing despite him bouncing around the stage like a maniac.

The light design was good although a little dark for pictures and they kept releasing big, colored balloons out into the audience to be bounced around by the fans with some of them popping to rain down confetti all over us.

I got some decent pictures, not near as good as I would have gotten had I been in my original spot and despite my joy at seeing Circa live, it was tainted by being forced out of my spot and the fight that ensued after.

I think that If I could do it all over again, I would have shown up later (to avoid most of the opening acts) and taken my seats on the second level to avoid the massive trauma done to my feet from standing in one place for three hours.

You know, the more I think about it, the more pissed off I get and I've decided that I have to go to another show when they come back to town to try and get the wonderful experience I should have had at this one. It makes me a little sad, but I'm hoping against hope that they'll come back to SoCal (preferably Long Beach) so that I can see them again... properly, and maybe even stick around to meet Anthony after the show and get a picture or something.

Anyway, like I said, pictures are below and I'll try to find some good pics of Anthony so you can see how hot he is... just in case you don't know already.

I got the news straight from my primary physician on Tuesday and it was a weird situation because after he told me he got this earnest look on his face and asked me, "So, how do you feel about this?"

He wanted to know how I was taking it emotionally and I really didn't have an answer for him. Well... I did have an answer, but not a verbal one. Like a dumb ass I actually started to cry. Not full on sobbing, but enough for him to hand me a tissue, put his arm around me and assure me that it was going to be okay and that he wasn't just concerned about my physical health, he was there for me emotionally as well. Seems kinda cheesy, I know, but I appreciated his sincerity. Most doctors don't give a shit about their patient's mental well being, so I guess I'm lucky that way... especially since I'm with an HMO.

So yeah, my blood sugar is through the roof, like in the 3 and 4 hundreds (which is really, really bad). I'm now stuck taking Metformin (which makes feel like shit) twice a day and also checking my own blood sugar with a Glucose Meter twice a day.

Oh yes, you heard right. I have to fucking prick myself twice a day, like, I actually have to inflict bodily harm TO MYSELF and let me tell you, it isn't fun. I kept getting errors in the reading yesterday so I had to stab myself like 4 times. Needless to say, I'm not a happy camper.

I'm feeling really low right now. I don't see the point in taking the pills or doing those stupid blood test when I know I'm never going to get better. Now, this thinking may not be true, but in the state of mind I'm in right now, I don't see it any other way.

I suppose I should go back to my doctor and tell him I'm not handling the situation well, but as I stated before in the previous post; I'm in the mood for some deep dark loathing and it couldn't have come at a more opportune time.

In any case, this has been a pretty difficult year. Illnesses that I thought I could hold off on for a little longer are starting to catch up with me and I feel myself thinking increasingly dark thoughts which are never a good sign. It's upsetting to me that I could be 27 and already on my way to full blown diabetes, but you know, that's just the sort of shit that happens to me.

It always seems that the worst that could happen does and I'm just stuck sitting there watching things fall down around me and waiting for the other shoe to drop... and it will drop. It never fails to do that.

I could chalk this up to going through a funk and I suppose I could be proactive and do something about it now, but it's been a while since I've been on anti-depressants and it costs too much to see a therapist or psychiatrist with my insurance so I guess I'll have to let it ride.

Besides, it's been sometime since I've lain with misery and I must admit that I miss its dark company.

Anyway, I snagged this from Jen and decided to fill it out. It's been forever since I posted any blog questions.

001. Do you have a tattoo?
No.

002. How old are you?
27.

003. Are you single or taken?
Single.

004. Eat with your hands or utensils?
Depends on the food.

005. Do you dream at night?
Yes.

006. Ever seen a corpse?
Yes.

007. George Strait or Jay-Z?
Jay-Z.

008. How did we meet?
Through our love of Sebastian Stan.

HERE COMES THE EQUALLY INTERESTING PART...

009. What's your philosophy on life and death?
On life: Try to be as happy as possible doing the things that you love and being who you really are regardless of how others may judge you.
On Death: Death is an inevitable thing. It's pointless to try and stop it so embrace it. Whatever happens after you die has to be better than this.

010. If you could do anything with me, and have no one know, what would it be?
Steal all the HQ Sebastian pics from all the photo agencies in the world! Muhahahahaha!!!

011. Do you trust the police?
No.

012. Do you like country music?
In general, no.

013. What is your fondest memory of me?
Sharing Myspace Sebastian stories.

014. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?
My weight.

015. Would you cheat?
No.

016. What do you wear to sleep? Usually just a t-shirt or a night gown.
I hate having anything on my legs. It's too confining.

017. Have you ever peed in a pool?
No.

018. Would you hide evidence for me if I asked you to?
Depends on what you did.

019. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
Fly to New York and meet Sebastian Stan.

020. Which do you prefer - short or long hair?
Depends on the person.

021. Do you sing in the shower?
Yes.

022. What's your favorite color(s)?
Black and Blue.

023. If you could bring back anyone that has passed, who would it be?
My Grandmother.

024. Tell me one interesting/odd fact about you?
I chew my tongue when I'm concentrating.

025. What was your first impression of me?
Artistic.

026. Have you ever done drugs?
Yes.

027. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?
Sure. ]]> http://www.little-sin.net/movabletype/archives/2007/09/friday-night-lights.html http://www.little-sin.net/movabletype/archives/2007/09/friday-night-lights.html Blog Questions Random thoughts Fri, 28 Sep 2007 19:26:33 -0800 Went to the company picnic last Saturday. Stayed for about three hours, then left cause the kids were getting cranky. Found out on Monday that I'd won a $100 American Express gift card at the raffle later that day, but I wasn't there to get it.

The one time I actually win something and I'm too busy at home recuperating from babysitting cranky kids.

I'm pissed. ]]> http://www.little-sin.net/movabletype/archives/2007/09/it-pays-to-be-social.html http://www.little-sin.net/movabletype/archives/2007/09/it-pays-to-be-social.html Depressed Musing Working Drama Wed, 26 Sep 2007 21:34:54 -0800 Well, look whose back.

It's been almost a year since I put Little Sin on hiatus, which for the record wasn't my intention. It's amazing how fast time flies and how easily you can get swamped in things that can and will completely distract you. I will say that I missed my little corner of the web very much and am glad it's back online.

There have been a lot of changes in my life since the last time I posted. I am no longer working for Intelligent Enterprise. Once again I was stuck in a situation where I was expected to do so much and get paid so little. I also didn't agree with the way my bosses were handling the financial issues we were having, not to mention their lack of managerial skills, so I quit in October and started working for a temp agency. From there I got a long term temp job with Asbury, who eventually hired me and now I'm a glorified file clerk for the company. I'm pretty content with my working situation at the moment.

I've also moved into a much nicer apartment where everyone has their own room and space to breathe. The move was especially hellish this time, but it was well worth it and after 5 months, the wounds are starting to heal.

As far as the web goes, I've closed down all of my old sites. The only site I run now is a fansite, Sebastian-Stan.Com. Sebastian is my new obsession and I adore him utterly. I am also content with my web situation and I think that this domain and the fansite are enough for me right now. I'm really motivated to work on the content of Little Sin and just to show you that I'm not bullshitting, look to your right. See the navigation links? Some of them are actually active! For the first time in the history of Little Sin, I have content. Hot damn!!!

So yeah, look out for even more content and my usual long winded entries about the life of Tiffany and the many epiphanies I have every single day. I have to admit that not blogging for a year has built up a lot of mental toxin and I need to flush it out. Consider this the beginning of Tiffany's emotional enema. How exciting!