Big Girls Don't Cry

I can't cry. I've tried similar to Cameron Diaz in "The Holiday," it quite strange actually. I wonder if this is normal.

I am not good at driving at night. My brain plays tricks on me, it's like I see people, bears, deer...running across the freeway.

I enjoy small children. They are cute and fun to play with and then they leave and don't bother me anymore.

I enjoy a glass of red wine in the evening hours of the day.

Random texts from long lost friends are nice to receive and make me smile.

I miss my friends.