The Disjointed Thoughts of a Writer

Jill was watching TV yesterday, and something she saw made her want to eat flower seeds (I think one of the characters ate them or something). She was very upset when I told her we didn't have any, so I guess we'll be buying some sunflower seeds this Thursday. :P

Also, I've been craving quesadillas, so I'll probably pick some stuff up to make them. Yummy-yum!

I don't have the courage to tackle my friends page, and I don't have the motivation to explain the whole moving story. Maybe tomorrow...

   Well, I changed my bio, but I still have no idea how to make other LJ friends.  I guess I could try to find out.  I had forgotten how strange a person I am till I wrote down a bunch of stuff about me.  How did I forget?  I don't know; I mean, I live with myself every day, all day.  Oh, well.  Guess that's another thing that makes me strange.

   When I was a kid, I had a turtle named Lightning whose nickname was Houdini.

   I read something that I've always agreed with:  "It's not what you do, but what you never do, that you always regret."  Or something like that.  I read it forever ago.

   My feet were run over by a car and I only had slight bruising.

   I used to wear a patch over one eye.

   I don't like to cook.

   I love the way rice smells.

   I used to believe that the car stood still while the world rode underneath.

   I'm still afraid of the dark.