one classy broad
Easily Distracted By Eyes She Sees Peering Into Her Own...
Reading David Sedaris has rekindled in me another strange desire to write an essay. I don't like writing essays. I don't particularly think I have anything to say or document in my life that could possibly require me or allow me even to record in such a way. I have opinions, but not well developed ones that are interesting enough for people to read about...which makes me wonder what on earth I would write about. Bah.

I have this horrible habit of developing nuisance crushes on people who I hardly remember when I'm not around them.

I am also an insane procrastinator who needs to go shopping for a party I'm supposed to have on Tuesday.