Things I don't understand:

Why it's acceptable to be proud of things you do poorly in and feel guilty about things you do well in.

The letter Q. Seriously. What's up with a letter you can't use on it's own?

People.

Why toothpicks have those colorful cellophane wrappers on top.

Why we seem to be alone at the very point in time when we need people the most.


Screw it. Perhaps I'll never know. Perhaps I'll be happier that way.


All I know is it's early morning, and this is slowly becoming an acceptable time for me.