I don't get why I have to be Jesse. I'm nothing like Jesse. I don't have a boyfriend, I'm not popular, I'm not like her. So I don't get why I have to be Jesse. And anyway, who is ben again? Cuz i refuse to be jesse if ben is someone i don't tolerate. or something.

why can't you people leave me alone? If i didn't want to sit on the floor, i wouldn't've. I would've gotten a chair, or I would've tried to make one of you move.

and why can't i be bitchy to random people (mainly roger)?? its not like i know them and like they care, right? i was only playing.

and i know my comments are confusing, but i don't know how to fix them. i'm not the computer genius, ok? gods, i'm not a genius at all...

and writing lame ass erotica doesn't count either. i just have an imagination, is all. besides, i'm losing my artistic talent when it gets to writing stories anyway. I'm losing my creativeness. or my passion. god, that would suck. i would hate it if i lost my passion. what would i be? NOTHING!! i like having my passion, thank you. its part of me. I don't have anger issues, i just express my anger. there's a difference.

mmmmm... brian... stuart... doyle...

(those were not put in any order. their names were done in random order.)

anyhoo...

my nails are red. pretty red. i have to repaint them tho. i'll prolly do that either tomorrow or friday.

friday... lets not think of that, ok?

And I will not be your doll, damn you. if i don't like what you put me in, i'm not wearing it!!