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Friday, February 14, 2003
Actually, I don't want a trip to Boston, at least not as much as I want a trip to Canada to see PJ with Niick. In a perfect world I fly to Canada and then to England. England has to happen, or I will cut my own heart out with a spoon.
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
Oh my god. Longest Monday ever. Need some Pete Fucking Yorn.
Monday, February 10, 2003
Found the hole in my air mattress, but have misplaced the repair kit. I can't repair it and sleep on it tonight anyways, so it's the floor for me! Like camping, except without the ticks and with way more pillows.
P.S. I saw Shanghai Knights this afternoon. Rarely do I make it to the theatre, but I tend to make it where this kind of intense OVERWHELMING ADOREABLENESS is concerned.
P.P.S. My father loves me. He bought me Mountain Dew and shrimp, and also drove an hour each way to bring me my laptop, which I left at home. (I am also getting a red cell phone. Red! And not in the tacky way!) Next time I'm going to ask for a trip to Boston. I can't lose!
Sunday, February 09, 2003
Dude, you know what's hard and unfair? Having to figure out every month if I actually hate my existence as a person or if it's just the hormones. Sometimes I can't tell! Then I have to stop and think about it! Too much work. Too much of a hassle, having to talk myself out of wanting to find a stranger and then pay them to love me.
I should only have access to my website three weeks out of every four. You don't even know how many times I have come to my senses at the last non-embarrassing minute.