Goals

When I grow up I'm going to be a celebrity eyebrow shaper and go by only my first name, which shall be exotic.

Trouble

I'm listening to my sad playlist.

If money were no object I would not be here right now.
But I'm not melodramatic.

Afterword

I like it when I post a blog at two in the morning and immediately check my email to see if anyone's commented yet.

Take that as a hint.

Maury smells

My sister tagged me for this thing that means I have to share the fourth picture from the fourth album in my iPhoto and tell you about it. For some reason I feel obligated....Also, the fourth album in my iPhoto only has one picture in it (?) so I did it from one before or one after or something. Here you go.



This is a contraband kitten I lived with in the attic for the better part of a semester. Don't let the peaceful sleeping kitten thing fool you. He was the spawn of Satan. No one likes him. We later gave him to a family and he ran away and hopefully got run over by a car.

I tag Andrea and Kaitlyn and Austin and anyone else who reads this dumb blog.

Unprecedented

Clark tried to convince me that James Franco is 5'2". I didn't fall for it--that boy is a solid 5'10". Don't worry.

Nothing New

I tried blogging a couple times but nothing worked. I'm tired of not knowing where I stand in other people's lives. I wanna get out of here, do something that matters. I know you've all heard most of this before, but I'm just emptying the brain. Oy.