Fresh Baked

Monday, November 29, 2004

Concern

I was working on the computer at my parent's house last night and at one point, walked out of the den singing along to James's Laid (Oh, you think you're so pretty-EEEEEEEEEEE). When I looked up, I saw my dad and the face he gave me is making me think that when he said, "sometimes I worry about you," he wasn't really kidding.

I don't know why... I'm a great singer.