You Love To Sing

Who is a bitch at seven years old? Who even guessed it was possible to be a bitch at age seven? I mean, I'm a bitch, but that's because stuff has happened to me and I have handled it all wrong. They're seven. There's no motivation for their bitchiness. I swear, they're going to have major issues by the time they're in--middle school, if they're this cranky in first grade. I was a weird kid, to be sure, but I'm pretty sure I was never like this.........was I?..........can't remember....... Children. I shall never have them. But if I did, I wouldn't let them act like this.

Crystal will be here in less than a week! I'm excited! Take this quote from this post:

"...best of all, Angela and I get to hang out and spend 5 days quoting Seinfeld, talking music, discussing Mick and Keith and their clothes, and just being like-minded. Good."

Indeed. I have missed my sister. And I will be non-grounded as of November 24th, so we shall hit up Steak N Shake and Trev; Jason, Rag-O-Rama and our antique stores; and Polaris, and Blockbuster, and we shall just thoroughly enjoy ourselves. Yay! I like being ungrounded!

I shall also make a.......ehh, this is a messy situation. Note To Self: Ring Susen.

I was given a smile this morning in the semi-darkness that was so sweet and purely beautiful that it made my brain hurt.