Monday, February 21, 2005 // 10:50 PM

jealous, kevin watched a good movie while i went for dumb ol training. but training was unspectacular fun, the kind that follows procrastination and whining about it. heh. i want to be there when sean is doing his piruoette thang.

which doesnt mean i would not have rather came home early and parked myself in front of the telly. somebody lend me fight club, assorted Good Movies.

there were gorgeous shoes online, but made for guys and two sizes too big. im sad to be disqualified.

you're so excitable, sometimes i feel i could. squeeze you to death and stick around to hear you giggle. i'm ever so sorry, i know what kind of impression i've been giving you. but the truth is. you've been breeding in me claustrophobia, conflict like no other has been always a long time coming. im sorry for conflict im sorry for bad behaviour. i really am, this time.

i wouldnt say something like, i would like to rob you of your happiness. i know how all this sweetness goes, i think you can relish it in a way that i can't. i can't. by the way. im not that kind of girl, i have my Favourite Few People In The World.

i talk about some day never selling out, it's not like i know what colour the real world is in, at all. simple shopping-type happiness, i'm not sure i want to live without.