I watched arrested development all day.

I am charmed and officially addicted.

Its a wonderful painkiller.

Did I mention, my life is a group of messy incoherent sentences with bad line spacing.

And, my ankle is twisted. Like my life.

What fun analogies.

Can I call it an analogy?

Ooh so many questions.

Can you even imagine the number of voices I must have playing out inside my head?