People ain't made of nothing but water and shit.
07.13.2004 | 3:45 pm


Oh my god, I'm so weird.

I just had this dream that was so real and intense, but it shouldn't have been. I cna still smell what I smelled in my dream. Creepy.

Shaunna's home. I love her. She's my new best friend, even, but she talks a lot. She's hyper too. Miranda's not a hyper, nor very talkative person, so we clash on certain levels of being together. She thinks it's amazing that I'm bi-sexual and proves so by kissing me and making me tell her I love her. She gave me a hickey.

Jesse gave me a hickey Saturday night too. This pissed me off. He just grabbed me and held me down and bit me, technically, while I was kicking and screaming. I threw a chair at him. Wee.

Sunday, I stayed with my grandmother and determined that she's insane. She talks to invisible people and says really strange things. I jsut sat there when she would say those things. I didn't know what to do. She told me to water artificial flowers. She also had a conversation with me, thinking I was my dad. Great.

I doubt I'll get to see Justin anytime this week. It's starting to bug me. I miss him so much and yet, he can't spare 10-15 minutes out of a day to come visit me. I'm hurt. I feel like he hates me and I'm not so sure he doesn't.

I'm with Amanda, bitches, I want a freaking taco. I can't drive to Taco Bell though. Bummer.

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