the disgusting conejo

i hereby title myself as the DISTUSTING conejo, not because i dont bathe myself frequently but because i have not posted in what could quite literally be YEARS. It is currently 4:00 a.m. and no, i am not drunk just feeling a bit giddy and melancolic(i know, i know, such an unlikely/bizaree/odd combination). i'm only feeling melancholic because i miss my clan of sleek, glossy, heroic friends whom are referred to as the DARK CONEJOS. i really do miss you all deerly. i crave you like one craves chocolate on virgil(no sexual inenedos(sp?) implied, i swear). life in san francisco is shiny. after all its anything but dull. my hair is finally "long"(dont know if that word can be used to descibe my hair) enough for a little hawk. i call it the mini hawk. my job at tower records is fantastic. I adore it more than any job i've had in my short life, and I dare say i will be very sorry to leave it. i'm surrouded by music, movies and beautiful breeds of people, all day/night long. what more could a girl WUNT (besides a lil' cake). i've become quite the movie fanatic seeing that i get 2 free rentals a day. a few favorites thus far have been: the dark crystal, teen witch, and D.E.B.S. of course(check them out if you get an inkling). as far as my marital status i'm still with heather anne(ew) robertson. we did break up for a lil' bit because of the dreary implications of long distance and being with a girl(horror story in my family), but to be quite sappy...i just love that girl. we are 2 birds in love. aka:lovebirds. i'd really fancy yall to meet my canadian poptart. ;) welp, i think its time to head to my haystack. give me a hoot, a holler, or a hiss..whatever your mode of preference, afterall i'd love to correspond with each of your persons. signed, lindy