I've updated today, but I had to let everyone know I just got a sweet Polo shirt from Pizza Slut, and I plan on wearing it to bed tonight.  Ha ha doublehelixha.  Yeah.  I so happy to get out of that hole...

The manager is a freak.

Anyway, I've been really happy today, and that's great, because I thought I wouldn't be.  I have to go talk about ( Read more... )

I have a lot to do and very little time.  Such is life.

Last night I was working with Garrett, and I told him if he weren't such an asshole, he'd have more friends.  Tara said the same would go for me.  Then, out of no where, Jeremy Millet, this kid who I pick on relentlessly, turned around and told me that I was different because I could be nice ( Read more... )

Today was really fucked up.
I got out of bed because I had to throw up. I'm really sick. I mean REALLY sick.
I feel a bit strange because we've just moved to Idaho and there's a weird smell in the house.
I'm so hardcore. Me and Buzz went to the mall today, and I stole a whole heap of stuff. I got a Good Charlotte CD, a couple of DVDs and some ( Read more... )

Today was Nate Taylor's birthday and I bought him a cake at Wal-Mart.  My brother had gotten him donuts earlier...here, have twelve pounds of fat on your birthday.  No big deal, he has a superfast metabolism.  I hate that.  I wish I had a metabolism.

I haven't seen Nate for a long time, and I'm really happy we made plans for Sunday.  He's really ( Read more... )

I'm going to resume typing that later, I think.  It's pretty restraining not being able to type whatever I want because I'm trying to write a serial no one's interested in, so I'm going to throw out the rules and throughly confuse you in the process.  Because this is a live journal, and it's supposed to represent me in some way, or even just life ( Read more... )

"Don't kill me."

There are two things she had never heard.  She had never heard an exclamation of surprise, and she had never heard someone beg for their life.  To her knowledge.  She pulled the silencer out of her coat pocket and began to screw it onto the gun.  "I'm not interested."

"You are though.  Just hear me out."

She wasn't.  But he knew ( Read more... )

In the spring Sara planted pink roses around the edge of the driveway and in the far corners of the house.  They were climbing roses, the ones near the house were, and in the winter the flowers died and the vines shriveled and dropped away in dark green dust clumps.  The driveway turned to mud, mud and sharply pointed sticks scattered at intervals ( Read more... )