Current location:	Charlotte and Ashley's Dancetime Lounge
Current mood:	sick
Current music:	"Say When"-The Fray

Just my imagination...
Song lyric of the moment-"Until I hear it from you..."-Gin Blossoms

Y'know, I was trying to practice guitar, had my computer up so I could look up chords, and now everybody is trying to talk to me.  I know I complain about not being popular, but Jeebus!

Also, why has Little Black Sandals suddenly become the hot topic of conversation?  In the past week, those shoes have come up in five different conversations.  Guess how many conversations they came up in in prior months?  Zero.  When it rains it pours I suppose.

Speaking of shoes I can't fucking wear, I ran into Ballet Flats today.  My brain has come up with a list of reasons why these shoes are bad for me, but I still kinda want to wear them.  I want to wear all sorts of shoes that are bad for me.  I need to learn my lessons.

Y'know how I have this thing where I'll picture something going perfectly in my head, thus ensuring that it will never go that way?  That's happening again.  It wouldn't be so bad, except that I feel that I have proof that perhaps what I WISH were happening is actually happening.  That is to say, I have just enough encouragement to delude myself.  I really wish the other person involved in this would just come out and be honest, and I really wish I could just say what the fuck I'm talking about, but that's WAY too risky for me to try.  I'm not an idiot, y'know.  Not completely, anyway.

Seriously, ANOTHER person wants to talk to me?  When it rains it pours.

-Dr. B