Paraskavedekatriaphobic?

No, sir, I am not scared of Friday the 13th!

(In fact, I think of it as a holiday. That's just me, though.)

Lately, I have been thinking alot about self-analysis and the like.

Why is it alright to introduce yourself with singular words of candid value?

"Ladies, can you spare any change? Sixteen, pregnant, homeless."

It feels like you are allowing people to view you as a simplistic person and giving them the limits into which you'll fit. No one can understand your life story in three adjectives. People are complex, whether they acknowledge it or not! Individuality and lack thereof contributes to the content of our biographies. It is up to us to make sure that they are worth reading; twice, even!
Right now, it is 4:42 p.m., March 12, 2009.

Let it Be, by the Beatles is playing.

This is a snapshot of my existence,

and I am happy.

Why shouldn't I be?

Why shouldn't you be?

There is nothing holding anyone back but the limitations they place upon themselves.

Ban inhibition! No day but today.