Wait, they don't love you like I love you.

Sep 13, 2004 21:14

Golfers with limp arms = one hell of a good laugh.

I'm so cold.

I had something to say but I forgot.

Chelsea drove me home tonight. I didn't die. I was proud of her.

I'm in one of my moods right now where I just feel insincere even though I'm not. If anyone else notices the insincerity in me at the moment, it's not real and I don't mean it.

Today I felt strangely happy/optimistic for about 3 minutes. Now I just feel apathetic as usual.

"Breakfast of Champions" is a wonderful book.

I say the word wonderful a lot. Grand is so much cooler.

Chelsea and Specs wrote erotic Harry Potter fan fiction. It made me giggle.

Kaboof, hazoof, kerblam, wahey, whee.
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