I can't sleep tonight, which I guess is one piece in what is quickly developing into a pattern. I don't know what I want to say other than that. I'm uncomfortable. I'm hot and bothered, if you will.

[oh and I will]

And now, it is time for a tangent...[drum roll please...]...

I do not like lies. Big or small, necessary or un-, black or blue or orange, told to me or by me. I suppose this sounds naive, simple and like the protest of a young, inexperienced twit [which it is]; but I hope that I never grow out of it and I wish that some people never grew into it. That is all.

Oh, and my hair is short now and I like it a lot.