Lalalala.
Singing. I'm bloody awful at the latter. I can't explain why, since everyone else in my family is like heaven to the ears. Then there's me. Singing like a drowned woman. I've been told it's along the lines of "suffering dog." Yeah. I cried a little.
BUT LIFE GOES ON.
I wish my world were swimming in cookie dough right now. Who wouldn't be happy?
Things that bother me:
Snooki in a sandwich bed.
Cute lil woodland creatures.
Sleeping babies.
People with absurd amounts of arms.
