Brenda Chenowith sucks.
I want to write a lot of things and then I want to keep everything to myself and then I don't know what to do here? I want to go to Scotland for the New Year, and hopefully other places beforehand. The college loan repayments will just have to wait until January, sorry government or whatever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I work a normal amount, but it feels like a lot, so I'm mostly sleeping when I'm not there. I'm beginning to wonder if I'd work better with dead people as opposed to alive ones. I've got an eHow page I sent myself sitting in my email inbox about becoming a funeral makeup artist, but I've also been watching a lot of Six Feet Under. I want to live in California and write tv, but I also want to live anywhere else and do everything else. I haven't been kissed in six months and I think I might cry in the middle of it when I do again? I don't know. "I'm a monster!" - Buster Bluth
Otherwise, I went to a Phillies game at Citi Field and the wind took my Mets ice cream helmet. I don't know when I'll stop being sad about that.