Damnit, Janet
I finished my room. It turned out pretty cool. I'm almost done stripping my dresser. That stripping shit is some scary stuff. The warning label on it goes on and on. It can cause cancer, blind you, burn you, complicate pregnancies, kill you. I couldn't get the top off the second one and this really buff UPS guy saw me struggling and was like all tough about it and was like, "Let me help you out here." He couldn't get it open either and I felt myself blushing. He had a Marine tattoo on his leg. I had to get pliers to open that shit. I talked to Mike last night. It's been like a year. He's a nice, hot guy and I think we should get back together and have lots and lots of meaningless sex. No way. His ex's used to scare me. I told my mom I wanted to meet Courtney Love for my birthday. I'd cream my panties if I ever did. Oh man. That reminds me..it's Sara's birthday. Happy birthday, slut. I guess Jim's been trying to get a hold of me. He's leaving for college in a week. My dad got a new truck and is fucking in love with it. I learned recently that if he were to get into some kind of accident and die on his way to or from work that would be considered the line of duty. That's pretty unfair to those who have actually died in the line of duty. Why am I talking about this? I have no idea. I finished "Have You Seen Me?" It was pretty good. I took Baby to the vet last week. She's a pound overweight. I think I'll post some pictures later. I can't get to sleep.