randomSecretly, I'm kind of a stalker. At least three people already knew this, and at least two of those three are cool with that. for the win! Ear cartilage is totally neat, and I recommend bending it whenever you can in such a place and time as will not cause you to be stared at out of all countenance. I picked up that phrase "stared out of all countenance" from reading the Pickwick Papers, which I've been gradually working on for a very very long time. It's really funny, especially Mr. Weller, and all the trouble Pickwick gets into. I suspect Mr. Jingle is supposed to be funny to, but instead I'm mad at him, even now that he's in debtor's prison. Until an all-to-recent time, I believed debtor's prison still exists. In case you were also under that impression, it doesn't. They have bankruptcy instead now I guess. Now that I've admitted that, allow me to announce I was a history major in college. I like self reflection a lot but I know that sometimes it's too much, so I try to be moderate. Did you know that Hume made himself go a little nuts just by thinking difficult thoughts? Let that be a lesson to you. Andrew Johnson was the seventeenth president; I learned that this weekend. Champagne tastes icky. for serious. My cat says hello, did you hear it? I've been having interesting conversations with Imaginary Johnny Depp when I drive around in my car for well over a month. He's cool with my awkward compliments. I think that No Country For Old Men should win best picture, even though I think There Will Be Blood is fricking awesome and very well done, and even though I really liked Juno. I haven't seen Michael Clayton yet, but I have it rented and ready for when my boy comes home, so then I can know how it compares. It would make me sad if Atonement or Juno won best picture, because the deserving-it-ness just radiates off the other two that I've seen. Even though of course Johnny Depp is attractive, I honestly think he's got nothing on Cary Grant. I mean damn! Corporate America blows, which is the short version of long involved but not super informed rants about the importance of money and the not-importance of people, especially people who don't have money. Business is mean. I had swimming lessons three times but I still can't swim with my face in the water. I can mince garlic, but I can't mince herbs very well. My one true boy is a super genius, which is cool but sometimes a little intimidating, and sometimes a little weird because he's convinced he's not smarter than me after all. He's a good egg. I have trust issues I think, or something like that--issues about trusting people to continue to be interested in me once they start. It blows, but I'll live. (duh) And, in conclusion, and which you might not believe, I am not into drugs, not even now with all this nonsense.
I might delete this in the morning, even though it seems pretty and informative at the moment. Goodnight, internet world.
