Saturday, September 14, 2002

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS THING.....Fuck. Whatever. I said something about the afterlife, and what if there isn't one.....reincarnation exists....I'd come back as a boulder.

Trading Spaces is on.

Friday, September 13, 2002

Before I go to bed.....To all the people I've treated like shit, you probably deserved it, but nevertheless, I'm sorry now.
I've got nothing to say except that I love my boyfriend. Very much. Oh yeah. And I like bagels. That's it.

Money Is Satan.

Thursday, September 12, 2002

DAMMIT I JUST WROTE THIS BIG LONG RAMBLE AND IT DIDNT LET ME PUBLISH THE DAMN THING SO NOW IM PISSED BUT IM NOT GONNA KILL MYSELF CUZ I VALUE MY LIFE, MY LOVE, AND MY FRIENDS WAY TOO MUCH TO DO THAT BUT JUST REMEMBER THAT JESUS LOVES YOU AND WILL ALWAYS TAKE CARE OF YOU IF YOU OBEY HIS 10 COMMANDMENTS, OTHERWISE YOU'RE GONNA END UP IN A FIERY PIT CALLED "HELL", FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT DIDN'T KNOW, BUT I DON'T BELIEVE IN JESUS ANYWAYS SO NONE OF THIS SHIT MATTERS, OKAY? BUT WHILE IM YELLING SINCE IM STILL MAD AT MY CRAPPY COMP, I'D LIKE TO TAKE A MOMENT TO REMEMBER ALL THE GREAT MUSICIANS WHO DIED WITHIN THE PAST DECADE, INCLUDING KURT COBAIN AND BRAD FROM SUBLIME, WHICH, BY THE WAY, MIGHT JUST BE THE GREATEST BAND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ASIDE FROM KORN!.......................................................................................................................................................................THANK YOU.

I'm tired. I need to rest. Sayonara. Peace out. Don't kill yourselves.