I have a secret...

(I don't want to plan my own 30th birthday party) ... but you can't really have someone else do it without asking and that's just rude. Plus - that's what happens when you're KNOWN for your stellar party planning skills. So now, not only do I have to plan my own party - I have to make it off the hook! Man this is stressful. Maybe turning 30 isn't that fun afterall?

I think I've realized the reason I'm single...

I think it's because in a weird, round-a-bout way -- God is granting my other dream of being famous! He wants me to write a book about all of these dumb guys who I go on dates with for the world to say "oh man, that sucks!" or "I totally know how you feel!" Yep... pretty sure that's it. :)