Odd, how the best times you have in your life are always accompanied by a good tasting beverage. Friday, went to the mall, David got her trimmed. Now she has an excuse to have it in her eyes. Gir and I wandered around, and she found us, then ran to get her Mountain Dew, then went to Gloria Jean's, and that's where we found her after we listened to the String Quartet's Tribute to My Chemical Romance. It was actually quite good. I'd never buy it, but I would listen to it. Then we wandered around a bit more, and I found a new FOB poster. And the AP with Panic! on the cover. And the new Rolling Stone, with a 14 page shoot with FOB. And Pete has no shirt on. Andy's doesn't either, but that just proved that he had a girly figure. Had a perfect coffee milkshake, and felt like a model in my tall shoes. Much fun. Things are always right where you least expect to find them. Slept over at David's, had lots of fun just talking. Had to comfort her a few times, because guys are assholes. Apperently Frank and I like to fuck in the kitchen while David isn't looking. It's apperently very loud sex, but whatever. Lost my phone, and she just called now to tell me she found it. Naturally, if he had just moved a magazine, we would have found it, but whatever.So long as I don't have to replace it. Isn't it odd how you can feel totally drop-dead gorgeous and like a hobo on the street all in the same go? Walked about the mall, made David dress in prep clothes, she actually looked really good. We decided that on the next jeans day we will be preps together, seeing as we both miss our preppy pasts a bit. Because I made her dress in head to toe Abercrombie, she made me get all pretty, normal make-up at Victoria's Secret. I must admit, I look really good....well, as good as I can look with make-up to go to prom in and a pair of jeans and a hoodie. Speaking of prom, that's what we did next...we went to Macy's and tried on all the pretty dresses. I found the most dazzling red one, and it fit perfectly. Hugged my hips, skipped over my tummy, made me look at least a C cup, and had that weird fitted-then-drapped skirt thing going on....it was perfect. Too bad I'm two years from prom. That dress would be perfect. Everything in life is a facade for something else. Feeling quite sad, for no real reason. No one could tell looking at me. I'm loudly complaining about a rumbling in the reigon of my stomach. No one would know if I was ripping my heart and soul apart. That would be painful, but not beyond what I've been doing lately. I wish I could do something that simple. that would be oddly relaxing. "If you haunt me, I’ll sing for you."