i think i am sad, but i'm not sure for what reason. maybe i'm just in a bad mood. i ate a wonka bar tonight, but i was disappointed to find there was no golden ticket inside. but there could have been. i could've won a concert or something like that. or maybe i could've won a transformation into charlie bucket, who could turn that down? not i. why is it only monday? whoever made up the name monday must feel pretty bad that is has become such a hated word. michelle branch songs make me happy. they make me think of running in fields with sunflowers and lambs. and singing annie at the top of my lungs with suzanna and lily in the middle of the street in another state holding icicles and freezing. i'm not sure that anyone realizes how much more complete my life would be if i had a pet lamb. my days would be sooo much happier, i'm not sure i can explain. i mean i love otis to death, but he's no lamb.

when i get enough money i am taking the next flight to austria and after i have heard the hills being alive with the sound of music and gone to the von trapps house and worn clothes made out of curtains then, and only then will i be able to return to my american home feeling complete. you spin me right round baby right round, like a record baby right round round round. pizounce out.