Thursday, September 02, 2004 :::
58. Do make that joke where, while someone's talking to you, you start rubbing your butt on the wall behind you. Not in a sexual way, but in an autistic kid way.
59. Don't diagnose yourself with autism. Christ.
::: at 6:22 PM
Wednesday, September 01, 2004 :::
I feel like I'm at the Wadsons before the Spring Formal and the Headmaster's son (in red, of course) is about to ask me if I want to "go to the bathroom"
::: at 3:02 PM
Butch is officially dead and so is my beard.
::: at 3:00 PM
Tuesday, August 31, 2004 :::
-Aforementioned jewellery, henceforth know as "da big ass liability".
-Currently schedualing sex in a stairwell (This is why I don't have a boyfriend. Yeah, for both reasons.)
-Wondering how I've managed to go 4 months without paying my phone bill and still be connected.
-Kinda hoping they will so that the various credit agencies that I've developed such a bond with can shove their files up their ass next time they try to phone me.
-The Film Festival commeth. God help me.
::: at 4:44 PM