So I've decided a nice sticky post About Me was in order. Because I said so.

Hrm. That whole inability to talk to myself thing? Totally a lie.

I've got a band concert today, and we suck. Which is lame.

But Project Runway is on tonight and that means more Steven, with his French Stewart resemblance, his mild manner and his randomness. Love.

That is all.

I can not sleep. Ergo I am tired and giddy and full of rage.

Also last night I had a dream Queen Latifa was trying to kill me because I stole movies from Blockbuster.

 I'm pretty sure it was because I'd accidentally returned Hairspray (which I couldn't even watch all the way through because Zac Efron CREEPS ME OUT) without the DVD in the case.

Still it was disturbing, Queen Latifa could totally kick my ass.

Uh. Yeah.

So ... communities... I think I'm going to find some of those. This whole talking to the universe (read: myself) isn't really working for me.