dear sidekick,

fuck you. Start working right before I throw you against a wall. Baby, I don't want to be abusive, but I've had it up to here with you forgetting my contacts, notes, bookmarks and settings.

Love your owner,

Christine

"In the Quest for Perfect Breasts."

Do you believe everything happens for a reason? I've tried not to think about it much, but I'm starting to believe everything does happen for a reason. Is every little move we make, every thought we think, every bug that passes our way, is it all little pieces that add up to one thing? The stomach ache you get, the old lady you give your seat up to, the bee that started up the conversation, the canceling of plans, the making of new ones, the collecting of phone numbers and the telling of your life story. Do these little things all add up and go hand in hand, is it like little pixels on the computer that make the whole picture? Something happened to me this Friday, and it made me think. This old lady, with wrinkles carved on her face, told me her life, told me her love for God, told me about true love, and how she survived cancer. Did every action in the day come to bring me to that scene, that situation? Or was she just a piece in the puzzle?