Wednesday, November 24, 2004 // 11:27 PM

i love my bikini, and kitschy clothes. headache, fifty bucks for my gorgeous purple pants would be too much? everytime i think about changing the lifestyle greediness settles in.

i cant wait to cut my hair, i hope kevin is alone the next time i see him, because he is only really inspired when he is solitary.

gym chalet was a lil queer but fun. i still need to shop for grad night, everything is passing just a little too carelessly for my. liking.

that day, before i had the chance to be distracted by chalet, you visited me in my dreams after which your alter ego messaged me in the morning for the first time in a few months. i cant stop thinking about you, not in a way romantic or sentimental, i cant stop thinking of how much you used to affect me, how you have served as a marker of my past to show me just how much i have changed, how i really want to talk to you some time in both our futures, when neither of us are stupid teenagers who need to be in love.

i ripped that, from a magazine, it was used as an entire entity, "Teenager: Who Needs To Fall In Love".

huge-enough gig friday, what am i doing online.