Sep 16, 2005 05:28
Whatta nut.
Tracey kept me up all night last night. I laid on the floor and played DJ while we listened to The Beatles, Crosby Stills Nash and Young, and Queen and sang it all really loud. I hate Queen. Journey too. Then she made me cry because she acted like she was possessed by Emily Rose or something, and she knows I hate that.
'Don't worry Mary, the ghosts won't hurt you if you say "Go away. We don't want you here.".' She couldn't stop talking about Yono Oko either. Loser. We talked about the 'good old days'. As in, the days where I wore a skateboarding helmet and rammed my head into her door at 1am just for fun. Or the days when we all used to hide behind the corner in the dining room and scare anyone who came down the hallway. Or the days when we used to watch Brendon Leonard and talk about which boy from the show we were gonna marry. Omfffggggg. RYANNNNNN and KEVIN CARLSONNNNNN.
Ahhh. When she calls me a bitch everyday at 4:30am because the alarm clock goes off, I know she doesn't mean it. She's just sleep-talking. She's the BESTTTTT!