Owwy! my tummy...
i eat too much ice cream. o death i beg you, come quick.
today,
i made jewlelry out of sculpy clay and clear nail polish. the necklace makes me feel like Marge Simpson and the earings, paul wont let me wear because he says that when im old my earlobes will sag. it made me wonder... when im old are old men going to go, "damn look at that fox! i'd do her if it were not for those saggy earlobes." ? yeah im just not seing it, and the earings are cute.
i hung out with meg, we did nothing except watch TV, now you know i enjoyed that... simpsons, friends, that 70's show, Air Heads, and unfortunately the newly weds. i invited meg to spend the night, but she said "um maybe", "well i dunno", and finally "no, maybe another time" i went home early and...
i opened mail that wasnt mine, i felt stupid, i thought of a lie but opted for the truth, it was not a big deal so much that my mother barely focused on my words before shrugging her shoulders. i wished it had been mine, i want some fucking mail.
i went out for ice cream with my mom. we went to marine jacks to view the homeless people of Sarasota. i told her about how i hate everything, she once again barely focused on my words before shrugging her shoulders. she told me joann is upset because her dog died, i thought about the $30 i deposited into my account this week for babysitting that dog. i decided i like kitties better. spanky was sleeping on the bottom shelf of my closet earlier in the morning, he was verry cute and was jealous. the only thing he was missing was a margarita.
it is thundering and i wish it would rain. rain and rain until im up in boston and can get my mind of things, and not miss my boy so much. when i get back im going to try to make that chocolate wasabi cake i had in london this is my reminder to myself.
my mom asked me strange questions about bryan and i wished i was not 17.
monkey.