It turns out
That I'm a mean girl. At least compared to those around me.
You'd have thought.
CKE may be right. Spend enough time in NYC and I will come out of it a heartless, manipulative, vicious ball-buster.
So much to look forward to!
I am just trying to get it down so I don't forget. Which happens a lot. My non-virtual journal entries tend to devolve into lists of things to do that never get done. This place is filling up fast with brainfarts. Here, take this clothespin. If Google brought you here, I'm sorry. You are unlikely to find what you were searching for. But there's plenty to see if you care to browse around.