Mar 01, 2004 21:38
Things are so messed up. Lori went through my stuff again. Shes so stupid; she told me she did after. She was like "youre not telling me anything so I needed to check out things for myself." I hate her. I hate how she doesnt trust me. I didnt ever do a fruiting thing that would make her think that way around the time she started to. I hate people who give her info. They all need to die very painfully. Mr Dietrich especially. I dont want or need his help, Lori shouldnt eighter.
Today was ok... this week is decade week. Today is 90s day, then tomorrow 80s, wednesday 70s, thurs 50s, and friday 00s or whatever we are, maybe ill be futuristic. Im gonna do stuff with Christina... I wanna buy this one mascara she has its so wicked. Every time i go to her house I put it on. Its addictive, and i dont even usually wear like any makeup except eyeliner once in a while.
Tomorrow had better be better then today or Im gonna have to call Henry... I should call him anyways. I feel bad I was supposed to call him like a week ago. O well. Ill call him tomorrow maybe.
~Rothy
p.s. my 2nd payment for Panama was supposed to be in by today and Im running late and low on money and Im stressing... if my hair turns white that would be why, amongst other things.
fave thing that happened today: the weather
prayer request: georges arm heals quickly