What happens when I can't run a string of coherent thoughts together.

  • Built-in water systems on refrigerators are probably the greatest luxury in life, and from this day forward I vow to never live without one. Ever.
  • I could totally go for a hot dog right now. Ketchup, mustard, perhaps some relish.
  • Here is what's neat about moving: NOTHING. Not one thing. The same goes for packing. And loading and unloading vehicles. About as fun as shooting myself in the thigh.
  • I would kill to sleep until, like, 10:30. That's all I ask for.
  • I love you, Nintendo Wii. :: bats eyelashes ::
  • It's extremely liberating to know (and realize) that I can essentially do whatever I want with the rest of my life. Hello, life. Nice to meet you.
  • So I'm in this house. And it's big and it's dark and it's full of shadows. At night I can hear the wind howl outside my window. And if I were to look out my window, I'd see nothing but open, scary fields. None of that really bothered me until... right now.
  • I might be afraid of the dark.
  • So, the album Tell All Your Friends by Taking Back Sunday is probably the greatest, angst-ridden CD of all time. I discovered this several years after the fact. Like, today.
  • This spring-like weather seriously improves my mood by about 82 percent. Who needs anti-depressants when you have sunshine?
  • Speaking of sunshine (or not?), this is the best running weather of all time. After fall, of course.
  • I need to brush my teeth.
  • And do laundry.
  • And it's totally almost past my bedtime.