My sister just came home saying that we are going away again next month to some place. Fairfiled Inn or something, I can't remember the name but it's up in the moutains somewhere, and it has lakes and rivers, and speeding boats, and hopefully some nice boys.

I so need to go out on a date sometime this year. Not a meaningless one like the ones showcased on Blind Date--those are just pointless and retarded ones--but one that has all the niceties of normal everyday living, with the flowers, the butterflies in the stomach, the opening up of the doors, the nervousness. A Real Date with a Decent Guy.

Did I mention that while I was vacuuming this afternoon some old lipstick my nieces fool around with got caught in the vacuum hose and since then it's well, broken. Needless to say, my brother in law has word for me. I am afraid to step downstairs right now.

This is a pointless entry. I just felt like writing something down for various reasons:

1) My ex-boyfriend who broke my heart incredibly just called. Remember him. I spoke about him some days ago on the 28th of September entry. (go to archives for it) Yes. Kevin. The perpetrator of my heart. I don't know what he wants but he called, chuckling like everything is alright between us and I don't hold any grudges. But I do. The only grudge I hold is the grudge where I do not want to go back into the Heartbreak center. Been there, done that. Moving on. But mainly, I do not want a heartbreak to compound my problems now. But you know the heart is not so smart. I may say that now and the next thing I know, I am head over heels for him again.

No, Anita you can handle it. This is America, and you've moved on besides he lives 17 hours away from you. I should be bold and daring to resist him NOW. I should.

The heart is not that smart. I should maybe pull out my tape of Destiny's Child Independent Women to give me strength. Yes, I'll do that.

2) I have ruined our vacuum cleaner. I knew there was a reason why I shouldn't do housework.

3) Sad. Wes Borland just parted ways with Fred Durst. The fizzle has left the sizzle. Can Fred cope without him and his outlandish body paint? Tune in next year when the new album is released to find out.