It's a crisp winter night that feels like fall in Provo. I was at a craft fair and it was very pleasant. It's funny that most of us don't think we are good enough. I know several artists who say they are not artists, a radio DJ who says he's the worst interviewer, musicians who beat themselves up if they forget lyrics that I don't catch. I feel plenty inadequate sometimes yet a lot of peeps look up to me, most even nervous around me, but that's only my DJ label, not me. I'm hardly scary. When I drink there's an inner annoying butch but that's not me, and problems don't get solved that way. Most of the time I really need a hug when people don't think I need one.

~Smobergirl
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