Roses are NOT my favorite flower. It goes: cherry blossoms, moonflowers, forget-me-nots, sunflowers, foxgloves. ROSES aren’t even in the top five. Don’t assume they are.

I hate to drive. What is there to like about it? Besides that it is faster? I would rather walk, anyway. I guess that makes me UN-American or something. Oh well.

I don’t have a job. But I’m not lazy, not really. Or I am. Do you have a problem with that?

I’m not ALWAYS shopping, not all the time. I wish the consumer part of me would die. Commercials make me ill.

Hollywood doesn’t really exist, not even to me. Homeless kids sleep on Sunshine Boulevard. Disneyworld isn’t real, either. Just costumes, rides, a thousand janitors, and a thousand bottles of bleach to keep the place sparkling clean.

Cell phones are useless. So is the internet.

MYSPACE is trying to steal my soul. It's collaborating with LIVEJOURNAL.

Too bad; I already sold my soul for some designer jeans and a cup of coffee.

A magic 8-ball once told me that the future looks bleak…

And I believe it.