i've reached the point in life where i spend most of my time asking others "just what the fuck were you thinking?"
i've yet to get a satisfactory reply... well, at least not one that can be heard..usually some mumbling.. followed by the sound of footsteps leaving my area.
pinky, are you pondering what i'm pondering? 
wuh, it's a lotta verbal diarrhea, but she can link to this site instead of typing it all over again.
