Saturday June 9, 2007

I�ve typed up 3 letters and drew up a few ideas for the scrapbook I�m making for my son. I want him to have more recorded memories than I ever had. I want him to look back and enjoy the fact that I cared enough for him to put together these projects for him and getting his college fund started despite the fact I�m dusty broke.

I�m unprofessional. I wonder if I can ever develop class and respect for myself. Nah. I think I will always be a brassy bad girl with no class of finesse. Such a shame. I would really like being good and well.