Jun 26, 2006 01:02
Finally caved and got one of these journals.
Not that I really expect it to be of much use to anyone but me, I suppose you're all welcome to read if you wish.
All anyone's been able to talk about lately is the ball.
Seeing as I lack both a date and all desire to go, I don't reckon I'll be there.
I figure it's one less reason to get dressed that day.
As if my plans for the holidays weren't dull enough, it looks as though I'm stuck sitting for my sister three days a week.
Mum's making her take classes and "do something productive with her life."
It's about time, if you ask me.
She's done nothing but sit around and sulk for three years, claiming that having the baby was the worst decision she's ever made.
Actually, Jenna, I'm pretty sure that ninth shot of tequila with that bloke who claimed he could get you backstage passes to The Vines was the worst decision you've ever made.
But that's just me.