As a child of 6 years old, my mother caught me running around the garden chasing after a white dove that had flown in. Monday, September 7, 2009.

Look at the quality of my computer tho. He is going to give me wet dreams tonight.

Monday, January 5, 2009. I tried to think of the right answer. Unable to think of that, I spoke anyway. Clearly there are only two reasonable explanations. The second, the CIA. I ran into the living room to show it to Oleg. I sat down on his stomach, ripped off my sock, and showed him the evidence. Aliens removed the nail polish from one of my toenails. He blandly examines my foot, which now has only 4 painted toenails. It could also be the CIA.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009. My mother slept over with my little brother so we could attend a funeral the next morning. During the night my drunken mum tried to talk my boyfriend into marrying me, so we could have children soon. She was clearly a good time. It was a favorite game of hers to up.

Now this is the type of content I want to be tagged in.