"I was trying to decide whether or not your custom ringtone should be Nelly..."

The internet is terrible and wonderful. I started browsing an author's website with the subtitle "The ego is in the glove compartment."  It reloads to say "the ego is on vibrate in the glove compartment." Reload. Reload. Sometimes entire days pass by my window.

I wish that a job offer would fly through my window. Money would be even better. Not much cash could fit through mine though, since my room used to be a place where a crazy was strapped down to a bed, awaiting electroshock therapy. That doesn't allow for very large windows.

I hate when I'm out with older friends and they respond with "oh, she's so young," to everything I say. I hate it even more when I'm out with older friends and they respond with "oh, you're too young to say that," to everything I say.

Suhatcha is painting me today, which is probably more of a challenge for me than it is for her artistically. How does one sit still for such an extended period of time? I'm way too neurotic to meditate. My thoughts build frightening skyscrapers when they have nothing to focus on. I don't know if that sentence made sense but I'm keeping it.

Good morning, y'all.