Lighthearted? I'll get on that. Gotcha, 4-9-er. Copy, Roger. Over and out.

This is my flower and I've chosen to describe it.

OOOO. Pictures speak a thousand words; what else is there to say? Pretty. ::drools and points at the flower:: I want to touch it and then eat it; Yes, yum. I've eaten rose petals before; they taste like velvet, just for your information. Add a little sugar and it's all good.

New Tip:

Instead of burning incense, what one of my friends (along time ago during the summer) suggested was turning on the shower real hot and then making a little device using one of those smelly good dryer-things and then taking an obsolete toilet paper roll and covering up one of the opening and exhaling through the other. It deadens the smoke smell. I have a window in my bathroom, if you got one of those, crack that baby open.

Tip for the day, keep it real, folks.

Jess, I still care about you and I'm not trying to mock you because you care about me and your intentions are good and that makes me feel good because I know that you still care but you make it sound like I'm depressed. You make it sound like I can't handle myself and I can but I need you too, ya know... to be there for me. I dunno I just don't need to feel bad about what I write and I know I may write about stupid things that may turn out sorta sad but hell, I dunno, I write what I know. I'm not Lee and I can't write funny entries right now but I could try if you really wanted to see them but I'm not sure if they'd come out right at this time because my humor is so dry it would probably crust over and die. I really do care about you and don't be mad about this entry; it's just that I'm not trying to be sad or whatever; I just write. And I'm just trying to do what I do best, or what I think I do best. I care about you.