i have nothing to write about.
mainly because it's the same shit. different day.
mike asked to hang out this weekend and he didn't return my message.. so i did what i was supposed to do.. make plans with my real friends.
i don't feel bad about it. but i want to call and leave this message on his machine:
" hey mikey.. it's 'lily'.. so what's the deal? are we going to go through that lame mind game bullshit of yours, or are we going to hang out? because you've always come across as a nicer person when you're actually being honest... give me a ring."
i'd rather waste my breathe on a bartender.
..........................
i don't feel like doing anything. i should've never smoke ANYTHING last night. or drank for that matter.
i came home from bon's this morning at like 8am or something. i woke up about 3 hours ago to my period and no voice, and a disgusting phlegmy cough.
fuckin' A.
i feel like crappity crap crap.
i was suppose to have sex this weekend, and my ovaries decided to take action alot earlier than they were supposed to. stupid organs.
i should go back on the pill, so that i don't have sex for like 6 months.
either way... i'm still not getting laid.
6:04 p.m. - 2002-01-12
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