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You're better untouched.
11.04.2004 | 11:09 am I keep getting this nasty feeling that something is watching me & trying to get into my house. I don't like it one bit. I've crawled through my window at least 3 times this week, because I think someone's in the house. I saw the shadows underneath my door. Someone was here. My parents don't like each other very much. They're basically seperated, just living in the same house. I think it's only because they really don't have anywhere else to go. Good, I say. I don't feel very well. [as if i ever do] My nose & throat are sore. I keep zoning out. I like it. Make it go away. James is beautiful. He thinks I like Paul. Well, I do. Just not in the "Oh, I like you, let's have sex" kind of way. I just think he's a spiffy dude. & extremely brave for spending the night alone in the woods. Because if I did that, I'd seriously go nuts. I think James is jealous. I'm going to call Heather & ask her f I can stay with her this weekend. I was going to stay with Amanda, but I think she has alternative plans. I'm not important, anyway. & Brittany shall be my last resort. But a resort, nevertheless. I hope Heather says "YES!" & I also hope she allows usage of her telephone. I have to wash dishes. I don't like washing dishes. I like reading the fine print at the bottom of the television commercials. Do you people realize how much bullshit commercials are? They contradict themselves with fine print all the time. & they false advertise the hell out of things. Mostly toys. & internet services. & insurance. I really need to get my priorities & shit in order. But I won't. I think the best job for me would be a music critic. For the Rolling Stone or something. I could critique all genres of music & be completely happy with my job, because I get to do the things that make me, me - write, complain, and listen to music. Manual labor isn't for me. This heart thing is getting to be a problem.
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