Why?

Why is it that the more time I have to do something, the less it actually gets done?

Why do things not exist unless I put them on my To Do list?

Why can stupid teenagers from all over the world figure out this MySpace stuff but I can’t?

Why does greasy pizza from Costco sound better than anything else I can think of to eat right now?

Why does it sometimes slow down so much in the blogosphere that there’s not even anything to steal and I have to resort to asking stupid questions?

Why…why…why…

5 Responses to “Why?”

  1. Tess Harrison Says:

    I’m sorry, Emma. Did you ask something. I sort of got distracted when I reached the bottom of your post. . .

  2. Kendra Says:

    Why haven’t you posted that picture sooner???? HAMANA!

  3. Jenna Howard Says:

    Why oh why do I not have guys who look like that in my life?

  4. Emma Says:

    Well, I’m glad you like him but I have to say I think he’s a little creepy - I mean he’s *really* interested in whatever it is under that sheet!

  5. Cat Marsters Says:

    Well, can you blame him?

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