1. Could you be my doggie daddy?
2. The more boys I meet the more I love my dog (take from Carrie Underwoods song that I of course love)
3. Let me psychoanalyze you.
4. Kelly Clarkson is my best friend.
5. Talks too much, can't cook.

Hmm...just thinking of some catchy titles for a match.com profile. What do you think? I have been holed up here at the house for several days working on pictures. I have gotten some stuff accomplished..but I still feel like my life is controlling me instead of me controlling my life.

If there is such a thing as a sense of cooking (as in sense of direction) then I do not possess it. I have been forcing myself to eat the contents on my cabinets the past few days. Well, I messed up pancakes that all you have to do is add water to cook them. I fried them in corn oil. Yes, no one told me you were suppose to use butter or something of the sort. They were so greasy and gross. Reminded me of fried cornbread sort of...yes..I suck at cooking. This is why I eat out people. This is why I may never get married (ok..now I am being melodramatic). Correction: this is why I must marry someone who can cook or who is very adventurous.