I am still born in the wrong era. Only, I was wrong about the era its supposed to be the mid-60’s to the early 70’s. Close, but not specific.=) I super love those times. It makes me wonder, if I wear my hair the way they do, would it still look good? *wink*
Some of you may have noticed that some of my entries lack letters in the words or there may be some grammatical errors I’ve overlooked. Sorry. I guess that’s what happens if you only paid for thirty minutes and you have to get everything done. And its kindda distracting if the guy beside you keep on repeating the words, “aww, come on” to no one in particular and laughing. That’s just plain creepy.
You know what I figured out about myself last week? I babble when im nervous. I babble incoherently and it can be very embarassing. I noticed too that I tend to do that around new people, which doesn’t leave such a great first impression. Arggg.. Sometimes I just want to whack myself with a broom.
Try reading David Baldacci books, he’s one hell of a writer. Hour Game is still giving me the willies.