naked.

I'm bare of thoughts right now.
hmmm. how bout those giants?
oh wait. they already won.
sooo.
the facts.
Through talking to myself, I plan out rejection lines to my imaginary cheating boy-friend.
When the supervision leaves, I dance, hip-hop style.
I pace around the kitchen.
I watch too many music videos.
I stalk other blogs, beware.
I doodle.
I 'whip my hair back and forth' in the car.
And I have dreams about Chase Hansen (only once, phew. good dream)