When it starts to get humid and stiflingly hot, even into the evenings, I become one weird and restless little duckie. I have never slept well in my life to begin with.

**EDIT**

How....

Yeah.

What did you find when you lost yourself, little girl? What did you find? I sure hope it was good. I sure hope it was worth it.

My right foot hurts.

Fuck you, I'm a fan.

THAT'S what they call "intelligent design."

I don't have much time to write for myself or this site lately and I come to realize that the proper eye catching opener is a necessity. Heh.

Yeah, most of the time I listen to the radio station and hear a bunch of pop crap. This song has been spinning for a little while now and it never really sank into my head until today.

Mom picked up the Midget for a special trip to Disneyland, just the two of them. This spring has been all screwed up in timing.

.... so I know that I don't need to be purchasing cute little books with which to write my innermost personal thoughts in.

Wake up, people, it's the fucking thousands and something!

I'm fucking bored.

I'm fucking tired of living in this house.

I fucking miss my ManPerson.

I'm fucking itchy and I'm sick of it.

Not sure if you read this, but gathering from the information that's been filtering to me recently, I'm going to take a stab at the fact that you are.

So, here's where it gets interesting.