miss-mooney

 Dear Stranger, You don't know me. And I don't know you. Maybe it's better that way. But then again, maybe we would be happier if we did know each other. Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, with the sunlight streaming in the window, writing this letter for you. Hopefully I'll finish it by tonight, so that tomorrow I can take it to the coffee shop on the corner and drop it on the floor, or in your lap, or maybe in the lap of the person next to you so they can give it to you...because they don't seem like the type to read it, so they'll obviously just pass it on. I like music - except terrible rap. And I love the written word more than most,

 The majority of my non-working summer draws to a close today, and what better way to waste time than write?  I must admit I’ve been drawn to writing a little bit more over the past week, sparked by the visual consumption of Anti-Twilight rants.  Many of the points I plan to bring up have been covered in every other Anti-Twilight rant that I’ve read, but if this is the only one you ever plan on reading, than for the sake of sparing you the humiliation of liking Twilight, I’ll cover them ALL as best I can. Let me start right off the bat with the most obvious flaw in Twilight; the characters’ personalit

Dear Mommy, How are you today?  It's quite lovely outside today.  Doctor says I should write you because it's good for me.  I told him I wasn't so sure.  I don't know what to talk about I say, and he just replies your mother needs to know how you feel.  I ask him why he doesn't do it himself, but he says it'll help me with reality.  I still don't get it, but it's okay though.  Anna comes to visit still, though not every day like she used to.  I like to show her how tall I've gotten, and then sometimes maybe I poke fun at her, but she's all right with it all the same.  Anna says she's not mad at you anymore for making me come here.  She says

HOW TO SUCCEED AT BEING A NORMAL TEENAGER: (In 15 easy steps!) 1. The first step in becoming a normal, bland, and spineless individual is very simple. Never think. About anything. Ever. If you have a thought, let it go. Let someone else think for you. Thinking is hard. Let someone else do it. Save your little conformist brain cells for something less difficult. 2. Now let's talk about music. You like unique music? Not anymore! You get to listen to the same generic, repetitive sound that everyone else does. You know, that one beat over and over with the words "Yeah", "baby" and "ooh" being repeated. Lucky you! 3. To be normal, you've gotta