I Should Polish my Toe Nails

Today I went to work! Yay (deadpan voice). OK, OK, so I go to work five days a week. So much for trying to make my life seem extraordinary. However, I do whine good.

I wanna change my layout, but I don't know what I want, I wanna have a relationship, but me is afraid. I wanna go to bed, but I'm afraid I'll miss something. I know I should start working on the mail art projs that I have piled up instead of surfing aimlessly around the net, but again, I'm thinkin' I might miss somethin'. I don't know what, but I'm sure if there's something to be missed, I'll miss it. I should polish my toe nails. It's that time of year, but am too lazy. I need to do something with this hair of mine. I look like Ramona (you know, those illustrations from Beverly Cleary's book, "Ramona is a Pest"). OK - truth: I wanna move to San Diego and hang out at the beach with unpainted toe nails and Ramona hair.

It can happen.