Everyones always telling me to smile. I don't get it. Why should anyone care about my smiling tendencies... Usually when they tell me to smile it includes something like, "You look so much prettier when you smile... You should do it more often." I'm always tempted to reply, "I smile a lot... Just not around you." Of course, the nice side of me usually prevails. On the occasion that it doesn't people usually just giggle. They know I don't mean it. How fortunate I am to be known as the nice, sweet, and innocent one. I wonder how many people actually know the real me? Yes, I'm nice to most people. I can be sweet, if I really feel like it. But innocent? Hell no. If you really knew me you'd understand. But that's okay. You don't need to know. I'll just smile at you and move on... The moment I'm out of site of course there'll be a frown on my face. I hate it when you people do that. Tell me to smile. It's none of your business.. If you lived my life you'd have a hard time smiling too. That's not a very good excuse. Anyways... Other then that. I'm sitting here talking to one of my exes. One that I wished to never ever talk to again... and here I am... Talking to him. Actually enjoying myself. Which is a first. I don't actually know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Thinking about this is giving me the chills. What else to say? Oh yeah... lol So Butch decides after they clean the carpets that he wants to rearrange the living room. He keeps asking me what I think... and I comment... and he's just like.. Oh well.. We will see. It looks horrid. Everythings all crowded in one corner of the room. I can't wait to see my sisters reaction to what he's done to her living room. I have decided to reserve verbal comment from now on. I think I'll go clean her kitchen though. She might appreciate that. Eh... Have fun.. lol I know I will. After I go clean that is... Roxy