So I guess I accidentally made this blog.

WHOOPS.

Here's the current thought:
Why are my hands so small? I want to be able to play the banjo. Or the guitar. But preferably the banjo. There was a girl on the lawn today practicing her banjo and it's possible that I've never been more jealous in my life.

That last part isn't entirely true, but you get my point.

Curse you, baby hands!