A woman who works with her hands is a LABORER; a woman who works with her hands and head, a CRAFTSMAN; but a woman who works with her hands, her head and her heart is an ARTIST. ~ St. Francis of Assisi
I just found out that the cell phone number I have at work use to belong to a dead person. How freaky is that? I guess he wasnt dead when he had the number but now he is. I been thinking a lot about dead things. I dont like it. Can I just stop thinking?