Every girl is like a jigsaw puzzle.

There’s those nine piece ones that you could put together when you were five years old, and though there’s no real challenge in figuring out how it comes together, you’ll be damned if that isn’t a pretty picture.

Then there’s those thousand piece puzzles with no edges and no real distinct picture, so that right when you think you’ve got it, there’s another piece to add.

K-Mart’s out of puzzles worth finding the pieces for.

And I’m just a few pieces short.

I’m bored.