I never have anything to talk about.

I can wholeheartedly apologize for not being at all sorry. And it really is the least I can do.

Orphans, dead parents, lonely children at Christmas, morose spoken word recordings, everything you love about the holidays. Move the turkey over so you can fit your head in the oven.

I am severely distracted these days. It's hard to sit in front of the computer, uploading bad music for hours, when you have a wonderful boyfriend who treats you like a Goddess.

My bedspread isn't washable. Since my bedding has to be washed every day, I'll have to throw it out.

I'd like to run for office someday, but I'm afraid my ability to spell might give me an unfair advantage.

I had a migraine for about seven or eight straight days, and I was unable to sleep most nights.