Sun, 09 Mar 2008 14:50:13 GMT

I woke up this morning with the most disgusting conglomeration of pimples that have joined forces to create a super pimple. There is a smaller, but similar situation going on on my chin. I don't want to go anywhere at all today but I am supposed to go to lunch with my dad and also get coffee with Derrick. I do not wish to do either of these things cause I am like Kelly on Saved by the Bell and am very embarrassed by this face situation.

I am watching a show in which people try to incite a sasquatch attack. WTF. Why would you do that? This show is awesome though. I want to sit here all day and watch it.

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 15:21:41 GMT

Furthermore, it would be great if everyone stopped flaunting their love and were miserable like me.
I am sick of your laughing and giggling, and groping in the kitchen.

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 02:10:42 GMT

I feel as if I need to get drunk. Sloppy, outrageous, unbalanced drunk. I feel as though my drinking career should start today and I should never look back. I will show up to parties uninvited and everyone will know. They will look at each other with that expression on their faces like "Oh god, here comes the shitshow." And I will not disappoint. Of course none of this will happen because I cannot yet purchase alcohol, am too afraid to steal my roommates', and am too afraid to call someone on the phone, let alone crash their parties.

It is obvious that no one wants me around. Things I am good for: 1. Driving the car-less places they need to go. 2. Doing people favors like sitting in the apartment alone all day so upon his arrival, a boyfriend of theirs can call me and I can let him in so he can get his backpack. 3. Answering text messages when I receive them, they are never ignored. Things I am not good for: 1. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday or really any night of the week. 2. Fun times. 3. Conversations. 4. Exciting adventures to all corners of the universe, or at least this town. Things I do very well when alone: 1. Weep. 2. Sob 3. Get horrifically angry at everyone and everything. Like bone crushing rage in which I want to go out and hit people with my car just because it might feel good. Where I hope that everyone who has ever wronged me even in the slightest will magically appear and I will get to hit them with baseball hats until a. they are broken or b. they want to hang out with me because sometimes, most of the time, I feel terribly alone. I do not want people's pity either. I do not want last minute "Hey I have these plans with other people but if you want to tag along that is cool but its really not cause you weren't invited in the first place." text messages.

I took off my glasses and can't see to find them. My life is very hard.

Fri, 07 Mar 2008 22:39:23 GMT

in a previously unheard of move
this is not friends only

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