In the Depths of My Soul: If I Had One

Sometimes I feel like I'm on the verge of going insane. I want to do crazy things like spill my coffee on other people's faces or throw rocks through my own window. I can't entirely explain it but I'm a little on the nutty side. I'm not a fan of being conventionally "normal" - whatever that means - but I'm also not a fan of completely sticking out like a sour thumb (I don't even think that's the right reference.)

I don't want to be like this guy:



But I also don't want to be like this one:



It's a fine line we all walk.

I'm tired of analyzing my words when other people are around or thinking I snuggle with my cat too much. So what? That's what I say. So what if I call you a hopeless snaggletooth nobody with a black heart or I enjoy lounging with a purring ball of fur all day instead of reading a school book? I mean who is really getting hurt in the end?

I super glued a ring back together, watched "The Middle" on ABC, had way too much Chipotle, put on a puppet show for my boyfriend, and downloaded Ruben Studdard and Shania Twain today. I'm going back for more. My life is one heck of a good time!



Wow. I'm pretty pleased with the realism of this superb photograph.