What the world needs now.

There are only a few more sleeps until I turn...ahem...32. No, not 23...32. It was, however, only last night that I was turning 23. My Champagne Birthday. Perhaps there needs to be a reverse Champagne Birthday. A Whiskey Birthday? A Wheat Ale Birthday? I suppose I'll figure it out on the day.

Rosamond has been hiding in her room for a week now. I threatened to call the police, and rat her out for suspected misuse of hydroponics...but she garumphed something about needing a personal "Time Out". That girl gets more and more odd...seriously a personal time out? Last I checked that was called "Two Firemen and a Twenty Sixer of Stoli Ohranj".

Perhaps she too is feeling the stress of my impending birthday. It will, no doubt, be difficult for many. I understand. I am there for all of you during this time of great stress, and anxiety.

There is a wonderful internet game I invite you all to play. In the Google search bar, write, in quotation marks, your name and the word needs. For example, "Miss. Creant needs". The highlighted phrase will be very enlightening. Apparently "Rosamond needs to overcome". I'm telling you it's better than Crossing Over with John Edward.

Peace out,

Miss.C

PS. Apparently...Divine needs...you.