Because I live for lists

What kind of Thanksgiving would it be if I didn't blog? A shitty one, that's the answer. So first and foremost: Happy Thanksgiving 2002. What a year. What a lifetime. Many more years to go, folks. So here is what brings a smile to my face:

1. Not living in the ghetto or the sticks. I would've killed myself when I was three...speaking of that...
2. Everyone who ever made me laugh or smile, because that helped, it really did.
3. My homies, gotta give shout-outs: of course, my negro brother, Mickey; the people that adopted me as a friend: Maureen, Noemi, Alex, Jackie, Lycky, Ellen Mae, Sara, Christian. The part of the old yearbook staff: Mary...and Mickey haha you appear twice. Fred, my super-hero partner. My family and all our misadventures. And everyone else in my life, because I know I don't make enemies.
4. The friends I made during the summer. This summer was great and I'll never forget about it. You know who you are, and I hope you're reading this. I hope we keep in touch, because I know that I don't want to live the rest of my life knowing that you're somewhere out there. I want to know you.
5. Indiana Jones.
6. Tom Welling.
7. God, for making Tom Welling.
8. Oh yeah...how could I forget my man, Vince. Vince Carter, baby. That's sexy shit.
9. I forgot, about summer. Only one person sent me a letter: Tyrone. And he sent a picture too from his birthday party. That was very cool.
10. Not being dead right now. That's nice.
let's skip down to the most important one shall we?
Making this blog. I eat, breathe, and sleep this blog. I write in here more than my regular journal. Some of these days have been the most difficult of my life, and I'm thankful that I had somewhere to be. My head would have exploded or something. Even the days when I only wanted to write stories. I never showed anyone my stories before. As a matter of fact, I have lots more.

P.S. My fro. Gotta love it.