Blather, rinse, repeat

The world and I have a very strange relationship. The planet itself, I kind of love it. I don't want to insult it by thinking that it needs saving, and that someone as teeny as myself could do the saving, but, oh, man, I'm neurotic. :)

It was a good conversation, up until petty insults about age, womanhood, and being unmarried came into it. >_