All I can see is just another lemon tree.

I was wondering the other day. I want to start a fashion blog too! Everybody has one. Even i want one! Only, my hot fashion blog will feature 'what not to wear' and it'll be called 'don't be a cow'! And trust me, people really need help sometimes. But then, my mother hates mean people. And i'd have to be super mean. Like walk up to these unaware victims of fashion disasters and smile brightly and go like omg-i-loooove-what-you'r-wearing-can-i-have-a-picture? And then they'll agree. and then I'll post it and then we'll all poke and poke and poke fun at them. Much mean-ness it'd be. And my god-fearing mother will finally be convinced that the evil forces reside in her daughter's head. So, i gave up on the idea. We, me you my hot blog and these letters, are a happy family.

Afterthought: But, if you guys know of something horrendous, atrocious, obnoxious, terrible, worth a scream, garish (insert other such adjectives) you wore, today yesterday or once upon a time, and want the whole world to know, go ahead, email pictures to me :) I'll put them up. It's good to be funny and spread laughter.

A tiny little update on the rectangle faced baby. Guess what's the first word she spoke? CAT. Can you believe that!? I knew it. I just knew it. To anybody / everybody / anything / everything, she says cat. Cat cat cat cat cat cat. Remember her and the kitten? I always knew something was fishy. No, i always knew something was catty :D

It'll be so cool when she's all big and smart and can read and she'll see my blog in the papers (I'll be famous no by then!!) and be so proud that she was featured in here! We'll throw a party.

Anyway, enough of peeping into my life. We to-be-celebrities need privacy. Go now.

I don't want to know. I don't wish to tell. I couldn't care less. I couldn't make it more obvious. You'll drown in your own glory one day. I'll only wait and watch. A silly grin plastered on my face.