I'm officially a sick person. I stole a boys personal phone number from work.
This wouldn't be such a bad thing except the boy doesn't work there anymore so I had to sneakily scratch at the white-out to read the number, and that sounds as creepy as it is.
I haven't called and I hope I don't ever, I just like having it.

Today I walked down the stairs of my apartment building after getting all dolled up. Here the statement "all dolled up" means that I put on some lip gloss, eyeshadow and wiggled into this girly black number I got at Rampage. I also threw my jacket on because the girly black number is a size 4 and I am not, but I’m not one of those chunky hussies ( Read more... )

I think I have a phone stalker. I'm not sure, does two days of constant calls from someone constitute as stalking ( Read more... )

Dearest Angelique ( Read more... )

The other day at work a young blonde girl dressed fairly hip-hoppish and trendy came in and asked for two twenties in exchange for $40 one dollar bills ( Read more... )

I worked on Valentine's Day, from 4:30pm to closing time and surprisingly it wasn't that bad ( Read more... )

My latest goal is to some day live in a house where finding something to drink besides tap water isn't as hard as finding a needle in a hay stack ( Read more... )

I don't understand. He won't leave my life fully but he definitely isn't in it. I don't understand ( Read more... )

Subj: fuck my teeny assDate: 2/3/2003 7:36:05 PM GMT Standard Time ( Read more... )

7:15's, 7:45's, 6:15's, 7:30's, 4:30's ( Read more... )