I hope that eventually I wake up with a handlebar moustache. Until then Im desperately unattractive and hopelessly poor. I wonder about some things...including how people find the time to read books, when someones going to finally diagnose my adult-onset ADD, and why there aren't Robot Police. If theres not at least one completely absurd aspect of your life, I will probably have no interest in knowing you, sorry. At this point, I have no solid goals and no real aspirations...except to go to Dollywood and meet Dolly Parton. Other than that...maybe I'll open a coffeeshop someday so that starbucks can move across the street and put me out of business.