Molly has acne. It’s not acne like you and I like to think about it, but there are pimples on her chin. She doesn’t seem to worry about them. It doesn’t appear as though she is upset that they’re there. I suppose she doesn’t much care about boys or complexion or anything like that. She does, after all, happen to be a… Read More
I don’t really know what happened. I used to be so motivated to post every night, and now I just don’t feel like it. That is strange. I suppose I should soldier on and do it anyways. My cats are being freaks. Mostly Chaplin, but it’s a pain in the ass. Some where along the line, Chaplin learned how to… Read More
Lastnight, I fell asleep in bed while playing Zelda: Ocarina of Time. It was about two in the morning, and Justin just woke me up now, at about noon. I feel stiff and sore like someone beat me all over with a baseball bat. And my brain feels full of cotton. Or slugs. Or something slow and gross. I’m reading… Read More
You are reading this post right now because I have decided to write even though I’d rather be sleeping. I started this post with “you” because, looking back, I have noticed that all of my posts start with “I.” However, since it is my journal, I don’t see that as a huge problem. I’m too tired tonight to write on… Read More
Ack. I just saw “Shark Tale” at the theaters. Ack. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t horrible. But I am ashamed that I spent seven dollars and fifty cents on it. It is nice to go out and do stuff that isn’t homework and work and mandatory. I actually should be doing homework right now, but I have… Read More
I am going to make another post from this tablet PC, just because it is so damn cool. Justin is going to let me take it to class tomorrow and use it. He is the sweetest person in the whole wide world! What’s sad is…if it were mine, it would probably take me a lot of convincing to let him… Read More
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