Think of the following in the tune of "On the Road Again."

I want to be alone again. I can't wait to be alone again. I love my daughter and my boyfriend, but I just can't wait to be alone again.

For those of the unfortunate souls who have had the opportunity to be around me in person or even carry on a conversation with me on the phone, there's this longstanding belief that I never shut up.

I use to throw up a lot. It was a daily ritual at one point during my teen years.

So, I promised that I was going to be writing something once a week and since my previous post was the previous Friday, I guess I missed that deadline by a pinch.

I hate Japanese tourists. I was trying to think of a way to write a piece about how I hate having my picture taken by someone other than myself but found myself stuck for an opener.

I figured a strange thing out in an inadvertent way just yesterday. Got my ballot for the Whateverth Annual Why the Oscars Suck But That's OK Because I Can Win Prizes yesterday with Mr.

I always think of those old movies where some chick would start to rant and rave hysterically and someone else (usually a man) would come along and slap her a solid one across the face.

Man, I've been mentally exhausted lately. I never feel as if I can get enough done and yet at the same time it always feels like I'm getting nothing done.

It is damn hot in our apartment.

Shut up about Valentine's Day already.