@ 12:51 PM on 04.10.04
Shit.
I haven't updated in awhile.
I miss you, diary. Too bad I have no committment skills.
"What's going on in the life of You?" says Diary.
Absofuckinglutely nothing. Highschool isn't melodramatic as everyone makes it out to be. Where is my angst? Where is my ANGER? Fuck this shit; I thought highschool would give me lots of material to bitch about.
Blah blah blah.
In other news, Nick and I would have great sex and raise kids well, but we'd kill eachother if we ever tried to live together.
Horoscopes. Bah.
