As some of you might know, I broke my cell phone last month. I now have a new cell phone, but I can't look back at my old cell phone and get all the numbers in there...so! If you would like me to have your number, please leave it here, or email it to me (if you don't feel comfortable leaving it here) at cynicnicc@yahoo.com

Thanks.

Having Britney Spears as a mom would be hell.

Cause as I drive down the freeway with my windows rolled down, I can smell the fresh strawberries in the fields.

For some reason, I find myself flipping people off more lately. Can we say "road rage"?

I'm in the computer lab at my school...and I look over to some of the other people's computers...and what do I see?

Myspace! Its everywhere!

But I love Malt O Meal. I know that its like a grandpa food...but damn...those grandpas know what they're talking about.

"I'm simplifying my life. I'm only wearing Manolo Blahniks now."

Diet Peach Snapple Iced Tea is disgusting.

"Some people were so surprised that they found a finger in Wendy's chili. It costs less than a dollar...what did you expect it to have in it, trout? Its good that it was only a finger though, cause if it was a whole hand, congress would've voted to keep it alive."

So there's this guy in my Abnormal Psych. class. And he's pretty hot. But...he has a really good sense of style. And that worries me. Should I just assume that he's gay because he knows how to dress...or...are we supposed to assume men are straight until proven gay?

I hate when guys are hot and totally perfect for you, but don't live here.