Wow... It's been awhile since I've written in this. I've got a new sitDiary, wildflower. I'm sitting at home bored, it's 3:10 and I'm home with bronchitis or however you spell it. Just decided to take a little stroll down memory lane. I miss what happened in this diary. Not this diary but I mean... I miss the memories. The good ones, anyway. I've got a new boyfriend. I've got a new bestfriend. I'm older. Tomorrow is my birthday. November 3rd, 1990. 15 years ago tomorrow I came out of my mother's womb and graced the world with my presence. Hard to believe that I've been through so much in fifteen years, but why do I feel so bored? This is the party without the people. This is a show without the sound. This is a dance without the steps.