I don't know you. I don't want to know anything more than your name. I never want to meet you. Fuck you. You really know how to ruin the most perfect of moods. Goddamn it.

I'm fine.

Love.
I'm not allowed to ride in a car with emily's mother ever again. A shame, all the cars I rode in today were fun.

Check out my new layout.
Because I have no html skills, emily is to blame.

I just listened to The Prize Fighter Inferno.

Amazing.

You seem to state my thoughts before I can put them in this journal.

I'm going to the mountains for the weekend, and I'm not supposed to be on the computer anyway, so I'd better say whatever I need to say now and with haste ( Read more... )

Private entries are fun.

I'm happy.

...

I feel good about how today went.

And Dallas needs to see Bladerunner.

Slowly the pen touches paper in the guidance of the words that you write ( Read more... )

whine

What?