2003-08-03 - 1:03 a.m.
i am home, my friends, my imaginary fans...actually...hello to owens the only person who ever really reads my diary..ehhh. just kidding. However, I was sad to come home and see only 2 new guestbook entries, and that somebody...though i have a hunch as to who, I will not say...has un-favoritized me. excuse me while i shed angsty adolescent tears, scream, "NOBODY LIKES ME!" and slam the bathroom door, subsequently locking myself inside and then resuming to cry bitterly while my concerned and nurturing parents stand outside coaxing me gently with bribes of love and cookies. mmhmm.
ugh i cannot write tonight. or this morning. whatever. i'm quite out of it. i sat in the car for 10 hours. with screaming siblings. i threw things, i screamed too. i was overall, pissy. eh.
however, i have to share, before I abandon this sad sad little entry rife with spelling errors and brevity that I feel quite nasty and rebellious because I called a lady who pushed me a bitch. to her face. yahoo for the young virginal and pathetic quiddle. hold your applause...
goodnight diaryland, try not to make fun of little girls such as me when you see them on the streets in felix the cat t-shirts and too small shorts dropping skittles from the pockets who run into people and then think themselves tough and bad-ass when they call them bitches (also avoid such atrocious run-on sentences and awful grammar as is the norm of this entry), don't swallow your gum, otherwise you will die due to the spontaneous combustion of your tummyparts...not really it just sounds interesting...and um, keep superglue away from your genitalia. heh. bye.
