Yah, our sprayer is broken so I'm soaked. Dang, it stinks... Mom reads over my shoulder too much. What's she think I'm doing? Having cyber? That's stupid. American idol is on. I want to sing. Mom says I suck at singing though. Frank says different. Who do I belive? One who has hurt me? Or one who loves me like he does. What do you guys think? Grrr. I wanna make my diary public. But I know mom will just go online and read it. But, I have a plan. So I'm back on track, all. Back to being public and back from the dark age. She can't read it, if it's ot on my favorites list. But don't worry. I know the site address easy as pie. Cherry pie?