Friday September 12, 2003

Shorts, shorts, shorts

News of a celebrity's death always saddens me, especially when it's someone I grew up watching. John Ritter was a funny guy. Fifty-four is just too damn young.

I have always been afraid of this. It's the future.

An incredibly blessed person I am, I know this. But it sucks working hours at your job that you know you'll never be compensated for. I'm a sucker.

I have been listening to non-stop Relient K in the car.

Where my life is headed, I still have not a single clue. Shouldn't I have this all figured out by now? Everyone else seems to.

I killed another bonsai. Disregard all of my previous green thumb crap.