Meep.

It's really nice out. So I'm stealing my sister's room to use as a staging area for painting, since it'll catch the light right up until the sun sets.

I finally figured out an adjective for Elijah Wood.

Elijah Wood is woebegone.

And stuff. Always stuff... what a vicious, neverending cycle.

Meep.

It's really nice out. So I'm stealing my sister's room to use as a staging area for painting, since it'll catch the light right up until the sun sets.

I finally figured out an adjective for Elijah Wood.

Elijah Wood is woebegone.

And stuff. Always stuff... what a vicious, neverending cycle.

fuckers.

Say im hard to handle, Im easier to hold, no im no angel, ive got scars upon my cheek, im no stranger to the street

Every betrayal begins with trust - Phish

That is Spike's AIM user info. It almost seems like some kind of personal stab, even though I know it isn't.

Dumbass still has my fucking song lyrics. But that's my own fault, since I never made another copy.

Apparently I betrayed him somehow, and we haven't spoken since December. What the fuck did I do to piss him off, since we were never more than "just friends" and the whole time I was with him didn't even so much as talk to anyone else? Here's the last bit of the last conversation we had:

Me: So you'll call me when band rehersal is rescheduled.
Spike: Yeah, I'll call you then.
Me: Okay, call me later then.
Spike: I will. Bye.

He never called me back. I didn't push it, as Xmas and all its insanity was coming up, and I figured we were getting tired of each other anyways.

WILL SOMEONE TELL ME HOW I FUCKED UP HERE?!?!?!?

Oh wait... I know... I didn't put out.

Jesus Christ on a crutch. Men are so fucking STUPID.