I really hate it when my heart so wants to scribble and my mind comes up with nothing interesting enough.
My soul is literally disappointed at the moment!

Ok, let's see, has Lindsay Logan got out of prison? How about Paris Hilton, is she still getting stoned out of her brains and forgetting to dress her most private parts?
This is all the writing I can come up with. Can you imagine?
Well....

*My dream of producing a bestseller shelved for now*

I'm now going to concentrate more on the things I'm brilliant at: smoking doobie, neglecting laundry, and fighting with Tich:)