  - I love writing, but more and more lately I feel as if the time to do it as a suitable hobby/side "job" is slipping away faster than I realize.
- I'm totally enamored with my cat, which is why no one else can get close to her without facing dire consequences. OK, so make that three reasons I really shouldn't have children. - I am ridiculously naive when it comes to matters of love. I want too much, expect too much, and long for the perfection that most human beings can only dream of achieving (myself included).
I have closed myself off to anything real since my last relationship disintegrated over three years ago, preferring the comfort of impossible crushes on men who are completely wrong for me. - I am wondering if becoming a urlLink Netflix member will make me seem lazier than I really am. - The daisies on my desk here at work are dying, proving the point that I am useless with plants.
- I feel that this year has been a success so far, in terms of my really thinking about what I want, and things that matter the most to me. - I'm realizing that there are things that do matter to me. (I wrote somewhere before that one of my problems was that a lot of stuff didn't. ) - Music will always be the one constant in my life. That, and my mother's love. The End. 
