But everything looks perfect from far away.

Feeling: content
I fucking love this goddamn song. And yes, the language was necessary. Bitches. Anywho.. tonight, i got to be a waitress. For five and a half hours, i did basically nothing. The smell of Indian food and old people did not make the task very enjoyable, but they were all very nice. I made a friend at work. It was great. I didnt really know what to do when i got there, so Mike made me feel right at home. I even got a nickname. Heh Heh. And . . . I made 61 dollars. Alas, the Thanksgiving holiday is nearly over, and i have accomplished nothing. Sure, i made a few bucks, and well..lost contact with a few people. And yes, i am sad about that, but at the same time. . . whats the point? I dunno... im not much up for talking about it. Heh, my Liney slept here last night. It was great. We talked about EVERYTHING. I have missed her terribly and im glad we're getting closer again. We helped eachother out "relationship"-wise. And thats cool. And i just realized how much i am babbling, so im gonna stop now. And that's all i have to say about that.
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hey, im lana, how are you? i like the little message you have at the start of your diary its way cute!! nyways take care XXxxXX lana