No, that does not mean I am in a holding cell. It refers to an action performed on candles as they burning. It involves the "hugging" of the sides and pushing downard and inward of the soft wax to the center of the flame so as for the candle to burn more evenly. Well wasn;t that just pretentious. I learned it from Sara. The hugging, not the pretentiousness. My 5-inch candles have no burned down to half-inch disks, and I wait in eager anticipation to start burning my cranberry balsam (also a Sara choice) candles. God, am I fucking pathetic or what?
On an interesting note, I think I have narcolepsy. I swear, something is wrong because almost everyday for the last two weeks, regardless of how much sleep I get, I will literally just pass out on my bed and wake up about two or three hours later. This of course screws up my sleeping schedule for the evening, but I have no idea why that is happening.
On a good note, I may not be poor after last night's spending spree. All I have ot say is thank God for E-bay and my obsessive memorabilia collecting over the year. It killed me to part with some things, but the money I made off of two items should take care of some bills. Did I mention I hate being poor. This no-green card/no-job thing is just a pain in my ass. I even considering signing up for the army to get a green card, but we all know my happy ass is "just to pretty to be in harsh conditions," as my friend Brent would say. Besides, I can see myself joining some kind of USO show and throwing tap shoes and pointe shoes at the enemy across the fields.
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