Well, not exactly... It's because I've got another wisdom tooth coming through. I really don't have anything to talk about today. Could make something up, but that somewhat defeats the purpose.
Gah, I need more money. I just spent almost all of my pay in the space of about two hours. *Sigh* I know, I'm bad. I can't help it. I like expensive things. And I think perhaps that I shall have to get myself a sugar daddy to support my expensive taste. An attractive sugar daddy, mind you. He can pay to make my movie.
But who am I kidding. It isn't going to happen, is it [the sugar daddy bit, that is - the movie will be made regardless]. Maybe I'll meet a young billionaire and he'll fall hopelessly in love with me? My, my, I do have an active imagination. And I sound serverely shallow. But really, is it my fault I have expensive taste?