This blog is about a lot of things, all of which are linked by one common factor: me. I love music, dancing, coffee and, above all, learning (about things and people). People have described me as pretty and random (or maybe just pretty random). Be nice.
Sunday, March 23, 2003
Why is it that my parents seem to get on my nerves so much more than any other person can? I know they mean well when they offer their (unsolicited) advice, but they also manage to make me feel like a little kid, as if I'm not old enough to know better, or that even if I don't know since I haven't had any experience in the area they are offering advice on, at least give me a chance to learn!