Overdue updates is all I have left.
I don't want High School to be over. Its sad that I won't be going back. I've seen this year's Senior Class at The Icing and they've told me about their schedules, their senior privileges. It makes me sad. And envious. I loved High School.
I feel (am) fat.
I saw Pirates of the Carribean last night. Good movie. Fucking long. Matt took me. Then curbside sex afterwards.
I'm not sure what my views on this is anymore.
Damn all green bonnevilles. I cannot go one day without seeing half a dozen. Thinking of you. Aching. Its not fair, and I'm so scared of whats in store.
I'm getting trained for Management at The Icing. Damn straight. I'm afraid I'll be bad at it.
I think I made you mad. Sorry. Really.
Goodness Gracious.