Sunday, 2:44 p.m.   Me, Me, Me, Me that's all it's ever about. Me. So I met one of Aaron's Obnoxiously Obnoxious cousins...Taylor and Aaron like him, which is cool, but I found him terribly boorish and completely lame. Not just the occasional lame comment, you know, that wouldn't have been annoying; no the lameness was incessant. He asked me how often I masturbate, for the love of something worth loving!!! I was officially creeped out. We were talking about kissing too, and I was like "Well I wouldn't really know, I've only ever kissed one boy and stuff," and then a few minutes later this guy suddenly said, "Wait, are you serious? You've only kissed one guy?" Taylor's all "yeah and he's her boyfriend. He's a nerd but he's cool." He's a geek. get it right. :) Plus also the dumb boy thinks he's God. Everyone knows, I am God. What a loser that kid is. Anyway. Yay, I got to hang out with Aaron and Taylor!!!1!!1! it was awesome possum, right up til the end..when aaron totally ditched us. *cries* Oh well, there was good food. I want to be with him forever, not worrying about food or finance, mortgages and taxes, work and driving...just being with him. That's all I want. That's why people fight, over money and work and taxes and driving, how to pay for mortgages and food, it's all money and it's not worth fighting over. You'll make it through somehow, right? Even though Im' here for 10 days after he leaves, I can't think about it, all I can think about is tomorrow and tuesday and wednesday, I better see him because after that it's all over, all our feelings have to be put on hold, they're dammed up behind a wall of distance and it's hard enough as it is. Someone's pulling out my hairs one by one, then they'll rip off my nose, then my lips, then they'll poke out my eyes, tear off my eyes, cut out my tongue, pull my fingers off one by one, then my toes, then my feet, then my hands, then my limbs......... Soon all that's left of me will be my brain and my heart, connected by invisible strands of soul... Oh well, I'll miss you when I'm all in pieces. You won't want to look at my gory tissue and it's okay, I wouldn't want to look at me if I were anyone else, it's disgusting, you'd want to claw your own eyes out if you saw what I am really, I forgive you, it's okay. ----------------- 4:49 p.m. I'm so pretty *cough* But I love myself, so I drew on my face with cheap eyeliner and took pictures. Man am I hott.