I'm being avoided. Well, maybe not avoided, but definitely ignored. When I think about it though, it really doesn't peeve me much.
I'm going to Chinatown this weekend with my brother. I'm actually so excited. We're going to eat Chinese food.
I realized that I haven't written in my diary since last July.
But who needs a diary when you've got a blog, lyrics and friends to dish out all the stuff that's going on in your life. Is there really time to sit down and write in a diary? I wish.
Nobody ever writes hand-written letters anymore. That disappoints me.
Life is altogether too busy.
I'm also realizing just how true the statement "Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same." It pretty much applies to a lot of areas in my life.
There is a bird fluttering around in the eaves troff just outside my window.