Hey fellas, why don't we go where the movies are silent and life is as big as a stage...

Dear _________,

I don't like emotions very much. I don't know how to identify them or express them, I sometimes mistake them for feeling physically sick, and I especially dislike how illogical and unreliable they are. If I could do away with them altogether sometimes I think that would be a good idea.

Sincerely,
Mara Tenille

And my head told my heart, let love grow, and my heart told my head, this time no...

I'm tired and sorta cranky.  So here goes.

Today I got poop all over my favorite sweatshirt.  Beige poop.  Beige poop that also got on the beige carpet.  Gabriel had a massive diaper explosion and I didn't realize it until it was too late, so he got a bath and got to go home while I treated the carpet and disinfected roughly 30 G.I. Joe guys.  Thank the Lord I was wearing that sweatshirt though, because I didn't have a change of clothes with me.  So that was pretty horrible, but I tried to stay positive and have a good attitude, but let's face it, poop is just really gross.  Almost as gross as puke.  I think puke wins for grossest thing.

Right now I'm burning some incense.  It smells soooooooooo gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood.  I don't know why I didn't start burning incense sooner.  This pwns Glade Plug-ins in the face.

That's it.