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So long, bitch you did me so wrong.
06.24.2004 | 2:22 am I'm the (wo)man! I watched a cool episode of Sabrina, The Teenage Witch where she turned herself into a guy and lived amongst the dicked sex for 2 hours at a time. It was awesome. I would love nothing more than to do that. She actually made a semi-hot guy, which makes me feel weird about watching that show now. Lollapalooza's cancelled, therefore my summer plans are cancelled. With or without parents, I was going, but since there's nothing to go to, I guess I'll just sit my dreamy ass at home. I was so looking forward to that, too. Eh, maybe I'll still go visit a foreign land, like Alabama. Justin won't call me. He hates me. Dumb bastard. We're both really angry people, but only take our anger out on each other - or in his case - and I dislike it. We went to this pretty spot that overlooks the entire town of Meridian and it was beautiful, probably the most beautiful thing aside from him that I've ever seen. Well he has this bright idea to turn around in the middle of the road. I'm deathly afraid of heights and turning around on a narrow road where one fuck up could send us plunging to a 90 ft. death doesn't sit well with me. So I spazzed and jumped out of the van, which sent him into this furious yelling match with me that went like - Justin:"Get back in the fucking van." It's really hot in my house right now. It's that kind of hot when it feels like bugs are eating under your skin. Gross. I've come to the conclusion that I smoke way too damn much. My lungs told me last night in a dream. My grandma's back in the hospital. I had a dream about teeth the other night and I got the urge to look up the meaning and it says something about someone in your family dying. That made me feel bad. Not that I believe in any of that stuff...ahem. Justin mocks me for believeing in government conspiracies and UFO's. I hate that. I hate that a lot. I don't mock him for ... end sentence. I really need to start writing again. Writing again, as in emotional writing that involves rhythm and rhyme and bullshit.
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