| Current mood: | apathetic |
| Current music: | Tool- don't ask me what song... labored breathing |
nooo, I didn't even realize it was up- why'd you do that???
Caitlin's in my gym class. Some crusty lipped chick started talking to me, and wouldn't shut up. She's 20. Palm Bay's a freakshow. I talked to Jabba the other night. She called me retarded, and made some weird noise, implying I was retarded. My closet reeks because of my work clothes. The crusty lipped chick likes cheese. My dad gave me a horrible speech about honey tasting sweet, and bees stinging. It was sexual. And Caitlin never posts on my damn journal. Yeah, no.
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