I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ~Jack Kerouac

Once, when I was little, my mom went thru the revolving doors at the bank (Valley Bank, to be exact) and I was so little that I didnt weigh enough to open the door, and I got stuck inside the bank because my mom was already out and couldn't come back in thru the exit so I started crying and then the nice bank man let me out.

Today, after working 8 1/2 hours, I came home, did my laundry, ate dinner with Carrie my cooking hero, scrubed the shower, bathroom floor and walls and window, scrubbed out my cooler with baking soda, and went grocery shopping. Moral of the story is I am gross, covered in dirt, and things that live on the floor, and I probably dont smell so good. And my skin is real dry from all the chemicals I touched. And I cant pour things into the toilet because it reminds me of the sound of vomit hitting toilet water and that makes me sick. Very few things make me puke. Orange juice, unbreaded shrimp, ceaser dressing, and liquids hitting toilet water to name a few. Like Cher from clueless, Im outtie.