I believe alcohol is more of a connecting substance than blood in my family.

I'm running out of time. I'm always running out of time.

I want to be something when I grow up. When will I grow up? When?

I wish I had a point. I wish I had a life. I would love to share my life with someone. This is the Tuesday of my life.

Just assume anything about that statement. It doesn't matter.

My house is falling apart brick by brick. Literally.

Just finished watching Julie and Julia. Pretty good movie.

What can I say for my first blog. Nothing...but things will come and I will write/blog about them. Here on the Northside, things always happen.