Tuesday, October 28, 2003

I am typing this while asleep, so don't expect anything along the lines of basso profundo, and ...
Wait, that didn't make any sense, let me start over.
Dear Diary,
The kids at school make fun of me because of the size of my head, I mean my clothes, I mean my political beliefs, yeah, that's it, they hate me because I'm a libertarian.
Nah ....
I hate the world, death to all you bastards
My boyfriend is a jerk, how could he do this to me just a week before my birthday
I dunno, I've got nothing here
Guten Abend