Singing that song on the radio
I blame these puddles on the rain
You know I gotta keep these cheeks dry today
Gotta keep my cheating strategy
And baby, I'm gonna have it made
But someday we'll all be old and I'll be so damn beautiful
Meanwhile, I hide my head, here in this paper bag
'Cause if I can't see you, then you can't see me
And it'll be ok, fly little bee away
To where there's no more rain and I can be me
-- Anna Nalick

Hey. It's been, like, forever. I've been fussing over this here site for some time now. Replaying stories in my head, little dabbs-isms, reviewing little things that have happened to me over the past few weeks that you all might find amusing, entertaining, beguiling or bewildering.

And what did I come up with? Nothing. Zippo, zilch, zero. "Absolutely zero" - Jason Mraz.

So I could just go on without a post until some divine inspiration struck me, or I could ramble. Clearly, you see which one I went with. Anywayz, (as Heather and I would say in closing on the college ruled sheets of paper we passed in class and in the hallways, where we pontificated on everything and everyone from Blake to Scott's hair to Shingler to our 10th grade history teacher that wore the different colored glasses every day to plans for Friday night that included something more awesome than the football game followed by Chaucer's cup, and we never got around to finding anything better than that combo). So anywayz, what's new with all of you? Talk to me people --

Amy