My first thought every morning this week has been: Dang, I can't wait to get home from work today so I can read Twilight!

This is sad.

No, it isn't a great book or anything like that. It's cheesy, it's probably at a 3rd grade reading level, it's no where near what I would consider "dark," as so many other have called it. It's typical chic-lit. And I don't know why I like it. But it's fun.

I am becoming the adult that I never wanted to become. It's not because I've changed. It's because my circumstances have changed. I no longer have time to find creative ways to show my best friends how much I love them. I don't have time to paint or to write or to study anything interesting. I don't have time to make new friends. All I can do is work, eat, & sleep, it seems. I'm not unhappy; but I do miss college. :(

The only reason I had time to write this is because it wasn't blocked at work & I was waiting for ABo to call so we could go home (we carpool. clean air campaign!)

& Now we must go!

hmm, i didn't even know this thing existed. i went through a phase where i had an account with like, EVERY cool website out there. Dunno why. I must have had too much time on my hands. I never kept up with them, I just liked creating them. Thank you KM for the re-discovery of this long lost account. funny stuff, eh? and i must have just finished reading sloppy firsts for the umpteenth time when i created this because the title is from one of marcus flutie's haiku's: furious flutter/awakened hummingbird heart/hello hello love