Random old pictures.
Random new thoughts.
(Beware. I'm crazy.)
I'm feeling antsy.
Things are happening.
While, at the same time, things aren't.
Listen to me, waxing nonsensical.
The things that make people most happy are usually taken away.
If we settled for content, would it stick?
Let's all be content. Hold hands, sing Kumbaya, believe in a self-created individual higher power, and eat nothing but ice cream until we die.
You get sprinkles if you share.
If I was a brunette....
Would you respect me more?
Be more attracted?
Think I was more intelligent, although I hadn't changed at all?
I miss you, even when you're here.
The personalities in my head aren't all that entertaining anymore.
It's crazy to feel alone when you're not.
Self-improvement is a great thing.
I need more.
Yet I want a "perfect body", but am procrastinating instead of going across the street to the gym.
I'm complaining to strangers instead of calling a friend and laughing.
I want to be different, but I'm afraid of change.
Survey says - Kristen is confused.
I want some cheesecake.
Ah, my beloved low days.
Driving people away and frustrating those around me since 1983.
Don't worry - the return of my humour is imminent. This will be short-lived.
Much like my singing career when I was 14.