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…

March 30th, 2006 at 1:05 pm
I’m sorry, Emma. Did you ask something. I sort of got distracted when I reached the bottom of your post. . .
March 30th, 2006 at 2:30 pm
Why haven’t you posted that picture sooner???? HAMANA!
March 30th, 2006 at 4:54 pm
Why oh why do I not have guys who look like that in my life?
March 30th, 2006 at 6:07 pm
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!
April 1st, 2006 at 9:00 am
Well, can you blame him?