Saturday: High of 12 degrees. Cold.

I like how the Weather Channel thinks we're stupid.

I'm sleepy today.
Things are changing faster than I can handle.
Usually before this kind of stuff happens, I sit alone and think about it for WEEKS before saying anything, or write countless vague entries (like this one) that I feel are opening every locked door and revealing all my secrets, however lame they might be, but in reality, no one really picks up on any of it, or cares to try, until I just lay it out there. Which I almost never do.

But this time, I didn't even think about the fact that this would be such a dramatic change for me. It was just so easy. Which probably means things are going to get way more complicated pretty soon.
Stories are getting crossed
Feelings are being compromised
Morals are being dumped by the bucketload out the window.

But not really.

Because, again, everything is way more complicated and involved when you look at it in my head.
And in reality, it was just a smile.

I love reading Chuck Pahalaniuk books, because they make me feel better about my life. The characters are in situations that I've never come close to, but feeling things I've felt a million times, and no one has ever explained it more beautifully.
In fact, no one has ever explained it at all.

I hate writing blogs when I have nothing to say. Because they end up like this. Jumbled. Fragmented. Random. And all of this connects SO WELL in my brain, but I don't really want to explain it. And you probably don't want to hear it anyway.

I wish I were prettier.

If two more people look at my myspace, I'll have reached 10,000 page views.
Is it sad that I've been looking forward to that all week?