cause if I dare open my mouth...

Most amazing CD ever.
Am I exaggerating?
Well, yeah, of course, but in my mind at this moment?
Not even a little.

thank you thank you thank you.

So, I am not writing this from my shiny pink laptop. But my shiny pink laptop is here. It's beautiful. It has fancy Microsoft Word. writewritewritewrite... write.

Which brings me to my next point:
Hey, you wanna write a novel in 30 days?
No? You think that sounds crazy?
Well. That's because it is.
http://nanowrimo.org/
I heard about this from the Scarlett's Eleven people- maybe you did too, actually- and, while it is crazy, it also sounds kind of fun.
And I was thinking - or, actually, this idea just came to be about seven seconds ago, but whatever- maybe we could COLLAB!!! That might be cheating. But so what? I don't know. Anyway. Just thought I'd throw the idea out there. Me and Courtney tried to collab once when we were like twelve but then I ended up writing everything and then Mrs. Crisp stole my notebook, read it, and then wouldn't give it back until she had a conferance with my mother because of 'questionable content'. Meaning, because the parents died. She thought I was a budding serial killer, or something. Wait- do you remember this? I think I actually told you about this when it happened. But that was four years ago. So whatever. Anyway, I didn't want to write that at all anymore so I started writing something else when I was bored in her class. So my first collab (i love hank) was a total failure, but hey,maybe it would be better if we did one. I don't know.

Okay, so yesterday, I was in the Piggly Wiggly parking lot, right, and I was sitting in my mom's car while she was shopping, listening to mmhmm and reading A Long Way Down, and then this man drives up in a red convertible at some point. I didn't actually see him at that point. Because I wouldn't have even noticed the man if he wasn't... whistling. REALLY, REALLY, REALLY LOUD. So loud that I could hear him even when I turned the CD up to top volume. And he didn't even get out of the car. He just... sat there. For at least three or four songs. And after I looked at him a few times he started staring at me. Still whistling. And then, when my mom came back, whistling man was gone.

I'm actually thinking it might have been my dad, because it kind of looked like him, and they were wearing the same hat, and he whistles a lot, and sometimes he has to drive his client's cars around when they go away for a long time, so that the cars don't get stale or something. But then he didn't say anything about it. I'm also thinking that I'm psycho and hallucinating all of this.

In response to your Don't Fret comment:
You aren't off-base. Not exactly. I mean, that part was... yeah. Yeah, that was about him. *adopts jess's voice* I'm not gonna lie.
But not because I like him- that's not it, if that's what you're asking. I kind of had him in mind in relation to that particular part, but only because-
okay, this is confusing. He's in there because as you may recall I liked him before they left. And when they came back, I thought... I don't know. But I don't. And he's in there because I was kind of expressing frustration in relation to that. If any of this makes any sense to you... which it probably doesn't. Sorry. But, let's go with...
no.
go back!
comment!

Caroline

PS: Okay, maybe I did lie a little. Maybe I do. A bit. But only sometimes.

it will just be to bite my tongue.