dear diary, today blew. Period.

I'm writing because I feel lousy. One of those days.

And writing makes me feel better. Sort of like putting icing on a cake, it's a good end to my day. Like a dessert coffee after a good meal or a paycheck on Friday, it's how I like to leave things. Come to think of it, there are other things that seem to just go together. Such as:

Boys and frogs

Sunburns and aloe

Girls and lipgloss

A Walgreens with a CVS right across the street

Flip-flops and pedicures

Wii remotes and dead batteries

Crackers and spray cheese

Sunshine and freckles

Onions and teardrops

Insurance and headaches

There.

Feel better already.