I have fallen in love with the Lindsay in Jail Twitter profile and, with treats like “Why do people keep sending me nail files? Do I look Vietnamese?”, who can blame me.
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I really love it when you send me those emails, trying to sell me something, and you spell my name incorrectly.
Awesome first impression. Way to lay those relationship foundations.
I haven’t lost my way, I am presently going through something of a macabre phase. Think Sweeney Todd with a fastidious personal hygiene regime and without those nasty meat-pies-made-from-people.
My horrible, soul-destroying thought for the day:
Am I nothing more than mediocre?
Is this thought normal? Or am I thinking it because, in the darkest corners of my mind, I know I am mediocre?