i dont know what i should write in here anymore. i wrote a song about my cigger. heres how it goes my cigger's name is Rudolph he lives under my skin my cigger's name is Rudolph because he makes me itch i dont know what Rudoloh does living in my skin but every now-and-then the itching will begin i itch untill its red i itch untill its sore i itch untill my nails cant take much very more now Rudolph is mad at me and makes me itch more and more but not only that he has invited some friends (two that is) his friends live on my left lovehandle and Rudolph on the same side only Rudolph lives under my boob i paint my cigger's with clear nailpolish theyll die and suffocate and that is what i want YAY! it sucks. ciggers are gross. you get them from lying in the grass. yesterday, it was 97 degrees and hailing. my mom shaved the dog this morning. Carena's at Covington orientation. i was supposed to walk her down there, but i woke up just like 1/2 an hour ago. the thing starts at 8:30. im stuck at home, thinking in ryme. damn its hot in this house. i have to go get my state ID either today or tomarrow. i need a job!! thats the only reason why i dyed over my beautiful green bangs. im going to be pissed if i cant find a job this summer. i was thinking Toys R Us. that place is sooo fucking bad ASS. its great. its like heaven almost. except heaven would have free alcohol and other drugs. so its almost heaven. fucking cats will not stop fighting! DAMNIT! SHUTUP!! grr...i hate Carena's cat, Edward. that bitch chases Monkey around the house nonstop. i need some music or something going on. i hope noones home at 4:20 so i can toke with the kitties. thats the only time they dont fight. is when theyre stoned. damn druggies. this diary sucks. i need to make it prettier. ITS SO UGLY! alright, so..im bored, hot and lonely. whats new? nothing. so im going to go.