My name is Sari.
Its like "Scary" but without the "kuh".

I spend most days in utter amazement that I've made it this far with two evil, plotting parts to my brain. These two halves are constantly at war, whether it be with themselves, each other, or me. I do not own the space in my skull, it seems.
They do.


...loft for rent anyone?

Friday

How many 6's in "History"?

I have developed a new problem.This isn't really news- as I am certain I am at all times in possession of 20+ psychoses, but this one has made life a bit more interesting.

As a writer, it should come as no shock that I have a myspace, facebook, and twitter... that I am fond of writing long email, constantly scribbling words I like, phrases, and poems wherever there is blank paper... All of that comes with the territory.

The fun begins with the fact that my short term recall has been damaged.

If I send an email, update my status, or do any form of writing, my instant recall of what I wrote comes back as if its been translated into Chinese, transcribed as such into painted calligraphy on wet paper- therefore smearing beyond recognition, "signed" to a deaf man who then retranslates from Chinese sign language into modern English and transcribed again... upside down... on a mirror.
I kid you not.

My recall really involves misspellings, grammatically incorrect phrases, improper punctuation, and misuse of words. I constantly have to go back and reread things to make sure I'm typing in English.

I always am... its very rare that I'll see a misspelled word, etc... but without fail, as soon as I go into my mental filing cabinet to pull out a copy of what I JUST typed out, there's a short in the wiring, and its just gibberish and vowels.