Candice Payne

I’m a digital packrat. I have email saved one 5¼-inch floppies, archives of FidoNet groups I posted to, and every stupid thought I mashed out of my keyboard while under the influence of alcohol, drugs, stupidity, depression or looniness. I never delete anything. But I just deleted every unfinished draft that was hanging around in [...]

How strange. There’s nobody on my home computer! Cyanotic is playing shows in Canada for a week, so Sean isn’t here to monopolize the machine. I hardly remember this “Internet” thing, except for the code I unleash upon it from work. So, what have I been doing with myself… Not a whole lot. We are [...]

More zombie goodness last night… Above is what I looked like when I got home. Luckily the fake blood didn’t stain anything, including my hair, but it’s a bitch getting that stuff in your eyes, for future reference (at least if you’re wearing contacts). I was half blind for a little bit there, but I [...]

I used to think that picking your nose would stretch it out, and that’s why some people had big noses. Those people were the gold diggers. Well, that was my hypothesis, anyway. I knew that I didn’t have any supporting evidence, and I didn’t really have the means to carry out controlled experiments. So it [...]

I’ve been posting a lot about errands lately, haven’t I. Am I really that domesticated? Oh well, no time to think about that. I’ve got to go watch my stories and then maybe go get my hair done. And do some vacuuming. And plan dinner. And do my nails. Woop woop woop.

I bought a journal with lined pages instead of blank pages today, which is something new. I wonder if this will lead to the writing of actual sentences instead of just the scribbling of complete crap. We shall see.

Sean and I were about to check out when I remembered a couple of things I’d forgotten. He went ahead and got in line anyway, and when I came back there were two girls (together) in line behind him. He had already gotten close enough to the register to put the couple of items he [...]

I use Trillian. The message you get when you send me a message… the one that says “I am currently away from my computer”… it is automated. I do not type it by hand. And it means… get this… that I am currently away from my computer. Sending me messages in all caps, bold fonts, [...]

I had a lengthy dream last night about buying haircare products. I sit at home all day watching talk shows including Tyra, and I’m not entirely sure that I’m doing it ironically anymore. I make tuna casseroles. I am becoming concerned about the best way to get my whites their whitest, and my brights their [...]

I have already failed miserably at posting every day in November. Good thing I’m not trying to write a novel. I have written 87x more in my personal (paper) journal, though. Because you see, whenever I’m supposed to be doing something, even if it’s regularly my favourite thing to do, even if I’m the authority [...]