My dear.

I've been thinking a lot lately... Mostly about how I think too much. I tend to be one of those people who over-analyze situations. I'll explain. It's like my mind is a high speed train on this track, but the track really doesn't have a destination. It keeps twisting and turning, and it's not really sure where it wants to go. I guess in a sense, that's how my life is. And I've been going on these job interviews where they ask me what I want to be when I grow up, and naturally I want to say "I have no fucking idea." But really, who'd hire me if I said that? Maybe I should have said "yes, I'm thinking about selling my body for prostitution while having a side job as a drug dealer, occasionally using some of the drugs myself to escape the pain of my terrible life." That's exactly what they want to hear. Again... I really would rather travel then have to deal with my life. I don't know. I think I could go backpacking across the world, maybe join the invisible children team as a roadie.

On a lighter note, I finally used my Amazon gift card I got for Christmas. To buy books.
Yes, I'm such an exciting person...
And guess what Brittany? I updated this.