Girl Fights Always End In A Chorus Of "No, I'M Sorry"

According to Yahoo!'s weather service, it's 12 degrees (F) and snowing at home.

I wish I actually lived someplace, instead of just having a series of places to store my stuff.

I wish I didn't keep getting lost in my own neighborhood and testing the limits of exactly how close I can come to getting hit by cars.

There was a secret on Postsecret that I would have written if I was better at mail. I guess that's the point, really.