Everything you do is a balloon.

Word that I think is particularly sexy:
Sinew.

Speaking of words, I'm probably going to be adding a bit more to my portfolio, because I've been working really hard on my creative thesis lately. I'm pretty proud of what I've got so far. Well, as proud as a self-deprecating girl can be.

We all have problems.

One thing I noticed today (well, yesterday now) while listening to Michael Jackson's Bad is that I definitely know the Weird Al version of a lot of songs better than the original.

I'm never gonna know you now

Any remnant of belief in god that wasn't beaten out of me by Catholic school was gone as of 2:30 Friday afternoon.

And then dealing with the deacon saying shit like, "god has a plan for us all. There was a reason for this, whether we find one or not." How ridiculous is that?

If god existed, life would be fair. Doesn't anyone think anymore?