2009-04-28
10:38 a.m.
I wish Bryan was a girl.
Nevermind.
Oh great, I'm choking on my spit.
I remember when writing used to be fun. I'd write about who I saw in the hallways at school, what I was wearing, what the guy I liked was wearing, how much I hated my best friend for always eating half of my lunch.
I came to like the swiss and mustard sandwhich because it got her to stop asking me for half of it.
I used to like this guy named Phil. I said hi to him a couple of years ago on Classmates but he didn't say anything back. How fucking rude. I know how hard it must be to part with a fucking hello.
I'm not mad. Really. I swear.
I've got too many other things to be mad about in my life :)
Is my boss dead yet?