where are you
last night i was worried about michael, for hours, and then he texts me saying hi, how are you blah blah.. i lost my phone in my car and my dad took the car... i wanted to shoot him in the head. i was happy he was okay, but pissed off that i worried over nothing. the birds are chirping like 20932093029320932 miles a minute outide my window, and i have to go to work now. on the bright side, i got new abercrombie jeans this weekend.