so, so sick. can't eat can't sleep. what i wouldn't do for a few bottles of nyquil right about now.

the guy from the joe boxer commercial was on some talk show this morning, and my mom DID NOT wake me up to tell me he was on. control 7!

oh yeah, i'm turning into her. she's the only other person who thinks that commercial is funny. :(

i used to have things to get sad about. now i just make things up.

it must mean hardly no one is worth it when you have to wonder whos your friend and who isn't.

i never know what to do with myself anymore.

i don't want to give up.

I need to be put to sleep.

haha...there's an eminem movie called 8 mile...i'm sure it's no garbage ninja though.

hey,
let's move to japan. i want new shoes.

hey, you
you're the apple in my eye

mmmm apples.

worst sleep ever. watch out for the biiiitch today,.

ian, we should hang out tomorrow before you go to work, give me a call when you get up.
(i don't exactly remember that new email address)

girls sleepover sucked because it wasn't a girls sleepover, and i didn't sleep over. it was still somewhat funny though ( Read more... )