I like the blog. I talk you listen. You don't listen I also don't care. Because at least the blog's listeningthe blog has to listen. And if it starts talking back, start running, because somethign is wrong. And there's always a tagboard for constructive thoughts(I won't bite).
My posts are so long I doubt anyone bothers to read them anyway, and if you do, I'll award you with the most loyal reader award for you to show off on your empty wall of achievements(that way it won't be so empty now right?).
I somehow managed to fall asleep after about half an hour of non-stop self questioning. Why this? Why that? At least a total of 50 of them. All of which I don't have the slightest clue of the answer. It's all the if-you-don't-ask-you'll-never-know questions.
I need a white bag to match with my white slippers. (Matching concept - business is not equals to owner. Okay dumb.) I need a belt because my bottoms are all dropping. I need a MP3 wire to charge my MP3. I need ... ...., . .... ... ..! I want a camera because my sis took them with her. I want less bad hair days. I want more hairbands because I keep losing mine.
Okay screw all the wants. It just means a waste of money.
Pray pray. I hope the people affected by the Tsunami are alright.