4.10.09

I want to write something about my feelings.

I'm pretty, but only partially fascinating.  I need a hobby.  I will choose to fly kites.  No, I can't do that.

Maybe I'm just cranky today and woke up on the wrong side of the bed: my side.  As evidenced by my last statement, I'm just cranky.

This is what we call verbal diarrhea via key...bored.