Turmoil, turmoil, turmoil. I feel like my privacy has been violated, and haven't decided what to do about it...yet. It's got to stop...a peaceful life is the goal, and all such players in the act who don't contribute to the peace must be eliminated. Gone, gone, gone. BUH-BYE.

*Note: don't anyone freak out and read that as some sort of good-bye letter, heh...it's just a mental state where I need to CLEAN HOUSE in my life. Make all the bad stuff and negative stuff go away. Maybe cleaning out the stuff from under the bed will keep the chi from stagnating, hah! No nasty shocks caused by a mirror, nosiree. Must be the stuff under the bed, for sure. That'll be cleared out TONIGHT.

And in other news, I never did get the gross couches moved out the curb as I'd intended to do this weekend. Maybe when my car is back in working order, I'll feel the urge to be strong-like, and move them out.

I need some money. Send, please.