Eat Some Worms

Sister's here. Party's tomorrow. But I can't shake this sadness, if that's even what it is. Just an overwhelming sense of BLAH. But it's so much more than blah. And if I keep talking about it, I'm going to have to shoot myself in the foot.

This Feels Rushed

Prepare for the worst initial post you've ever read.

I just wanted to comment on Catherine's site, but the Blogger nazis were all, "No, you gotta make your own blogspot first." So here I am. But I'm really not feeling it. It's not at all like how I felt about xanga my first time.

Eh. Well, I rather enjoy this font. And I like polka-dots, so the template definitely works for me. But this post bites. I will edit later...

Right now, I'm watching Ellen. It's a rerun, but she's a lot of fun to watch. Plus, Oprah namedropped like crazy this morning (also a rerun), and I need a dose of Ellen's humility.

So there you have it.