August 22nd, 2004 (5:10 pm)

I have a retro tissue box.

Wow, where the hell are my whores at? No one comments, don’t make me pull out my .44 caliber muthafuckas.

Hehe, I found an old tape of me and Cara making a fake radio show. Haha. I found it last night but I’m still shocked over it. I miss my placement friends =\ I remember this one tape I gave to mike and it was just Kate, Britt, Cara, and me fucking around giving eachother pedicures. It was supposed to be a documentary on like… how girls really are but we ended up fucking around and playing Charlie’s Angels and calling Tyler a fag. Damn it. I wish I wasn’t fighting with John. Because Mike gave all my tapes to John and he has them =\ I want them back, shit I should have made copies. I’ll never get them back. Mike, you suck dude, why did you give my tapes to JOHN? fjlsdhfdkljfdslgd. Stupid army bitch. How do you major in fashion design and then go in the army? No really… I’d like to know.

Anyway, I went SHOPPING online yesterday. Hellz yeah mofo’s. Fun times. Hopefully the shirts will fit okay. My boobs have been wacky lately. I guess they had a growth spurt? Ick. I wanna have teeny tiny model boobies =( Hahaha, Amanda calls hers “Large and in charge”. Girls are lame. Atleast I don’t have D’s. That would be pretty gross. [edit] That would be REALLY gross. [/edit]

Justin, I listened to three Defiance, Ohio mp3s. I’m sorry, I just kept feeling like I was at a barn-raising in an Amish Village. I donno. Sorry dearie. I don’t care for them, but I’ll still let you drag me to see them. Heh heh. And I had a lot of trouble tracking down the mp3s, since yahoo kept bringing up the TOWN defiance instead of the band… oh well. Lerv you.

August 20th, 2004 (6:27 pm)

Pardon the photoshop-freakout…

August 20th, 2004 (11:08 am)

More drama than Shakespeare.

HAHAHAHAHAHA! I just read John’s Xanga and like 3 ex-girlfriends all commented on how big of a liar he is. They were mad that he told this new gf the same things he told them and whatnot. This is great, I have to talk to these girls. Shit, he’s a bigger player than I ever could imagine, I’ve never even heard about these girls. Woah. I am so over his sorry ass. He can have his new ass-ugly girlfriend, I’m too good for him anyway. And if you try to comment on this, John, I’ll block your motherfucking IP. So yeah, fuck off and die, k thanks =)

HAHA, wow. Don’t feel bad girls. He bought me a ring too, and pulled the whole engagement thing. lmfao. What a loser. I should have listened to the ex girlfriend but of course I thought it would be different with me. Ugh. ::shoots self:: Sorry Sacha, I believe you now. Sorry about your mother. Breast cancer is such a scary awful thing, I know you’ll both get through it ♥

August 20th, 2004 (10:19 am)

Where my girls at?

Between The Buried And Me -

Remember that song? What the hell. I can’t sleep. I just went to bed… three hours ago? I hate when I get these “exhausted but not tired” fits. My body knows I should sleep but my mind just won’t cooperate and keeps racing racing, constantly. I’m tired of taking sleeping pills and having them not work, and I know the problem is deeper than that anyway. I’m just not sure what the fuck it is. It’s not like there’s some trauma I went through and I do know I’m capable of sleep. I was in a more “normal” routine earlier in the summer when I was with Dad. Whatever. I’m up now, no looking back.

I wish metalhead would stop playing fucking games. Dude, stop screwing us, seriously. Keep like, ONE promise you make and I will die of shock. When you were still trying to get with me, and I was totally just feeding you bullshit, you called all the time, and were so awesome. Now that I was honest with you, or at least Brett was, you aren’t around, and you fuck Joe and I over. Come on dude, seriously.

Not sure where the hell everyone went. I haven’t heard from anyone besides Donna and Brady all week. Kate, fucking call me you whore. I miss you, and you better come back up north for college, we miss you. None of this Tampa bullshit. You’re street. Jersey knows that. Come back? Hannah… what the hell. How busy can Iowa get? Drop the Hot Topic shopping bags and leave me a message or something, weeeeeger. Jess, where the hell are you at? I’m tired of reading the same sthressfest entry over and over, update. I’m starting to doubt your elite whoredom yo’. Michelle, I don’t know if we can chill before school starts for you. I’m not sure how the hell I’m going to get over to jersey with zero money right now. I could squeeze some money out of my child support check (heh heh), thanks dad. OMG, are you still going to Drexel? Duuuuude, I’m going to a college in Philly too, and then we can be trend sluts and slave to fashion together. You WILL dress hot, you’re so perfect and tiny, bitch. Love you all, whores.

If anyone was wondering by chance, why the hell I’m never on AIM these last few days, it’s because I’m on an ULTRA SECRET, ULTRA HIP screen name you’re not cool enough to know. That was mean, but yeah, I’ll be on later tonight, fags.