About the headline...I could care less. To be perfectly honest I have never worked hard at anything in my life and some whining from a bunch of internet people I could care less about it not going to change the fact that there is no banner I wish to put at the top of this page. So deal. Complain about the old one, will you? This is what happens.

Right. So, I will begin this little talk by trying to relate to everyone. Everyone here was born, correct? So everyone has some type of mother. Here is where I stop relating to everyone and continue relating to only a select few because my mother is insane. She told me today that I have had problems since pre-school with motivation. PRE-SCHOOL. Oy. My problems with motivation are older than my teeth. But gracious...what am I doing? Oh yeah, telling a story. (I'm A.D.D., kid, get off me.)

So my mom is on the phone talking about how she came home early to see my sister. My mother would never do any such thing, she doesn't come home early to see people. She likes to pretend, though, so she complained to me. "I came home early to see Robin and she doesn't care." I said, "Oh, mom, you wouldn't come home early to see Robin...and she was on the phone with me before...and now you are...so how could you talk?" At that point the call waiting came on at her end. "Someone else is calling, " she says, "and I think I'd rather talk to them." So she switches to some recruiting person from a college wanting to have a chat with my brother. "And you'd rather talk to them?" I asked, still laughing because she said she'd rather talk to them but was still paying for the long distance. "No," she said, "I'd rather be polite to them."

She's nothing if not honest. At least she is sending back the computer I have been missing since Christmas. Yes, I did the entire update without my computer. I rule that much. Amazing.