Hey, you guys wanna hear something that will reveal how crazygonuts-apeshit-insane I really am?

I bet you do you saucy minxes(is that the plural for minx? Minxs? Minxi? ???).

So anyway. Ever since this entry back at the end of November, I've seriously thought about being a writer.

I mean, for serious, who hasn't, right? But, like always, we're only thinking of me here.

Anyway. One of the coolest gifts I got for Christmas this year was a gorgeous pen that comes in a box with one of the greatest quotes ever in the history of the world:"There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he doesn't know till he takes up a pen to write.-William Makepeace Thackeray". So ever since I got this gift, I've been writing in a notebook. We'll call this notebook... Sarah's Collection of Sex Fantasies Starring the Entire Cast of Alias The Notebook of Horrible Writing.

I've found that since I've become so addicted to Diaryland and so used to writing in this format, basically what I'm writing in there is what I would write in here if those situations ever arose...even though they never will. Ever. Infinity. (This, in case you haven't picked up on it, is my new favorite phrase. I picked it up from Regina over at Television Without Pity. As of late, my dream job has been to write for them. The famous Uncle Bob recaps there already. Damn him. Living the life I want to lead. I hate him.)

I mean, isn't that friggin crazy?! Writing entries of things that will never happen?

Woooooooo, I'm crazy! I am not sane. You can call me Crazy McLoon. Woooooo

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