I often toy with the idea of what I want to be when I grow up. It changes on a regular basis. The other day at the coffee shop, I finally concluded that I am going to be a Peeping Tom. After much debate, I decided that because the pay for a Peeping Tom wouldn't be that much, I would just have to get by on my looks.
(At least Josh chuckled a little.)
Devoured on Wednesday, June 06, 2007