I’ll be honest with you, chickens.
This girl is tired.
And when this girl gets tired, (which she really should be more often, given that she barely sleeps, yet spends her days fidgeting and futzing about like a wind up toy… but the caffeine! oh the caffeine makes us a real girl! a real girl!) she loses track of what she means to say.
This turns every blog post I write into one of the following three things:
a) Mental tapioca
b) Mental Ikea Playroom Balls
c) Mental cord tangles behind the television set
You think that sounds good, but what I really mean is:
a) Mushy
b) Random
c) Chaotic
And while those may be the three most accurate descriptors EVER for me as an individual, I’d rather my blog not be quite so… like that.
SO.
SOMETHING ELSE FOR A MOMENT!
QUESTIONS!
Do you have any? Any at all?
About me?
About anything?
About what’s on my iPod?
About my favourite cheeses?
Be specific.
I pledge to answer them as best I can if you leave them in the comments of this post.
GO!