so, jobless. no where wants to hire. poorness. sucky poorness. ran into amanda at giant tiger. weirdness. my dog is a little bastard. pissed on both of my couches. it's such a puppy. yeah. what is this 'you know what to do' thing on my header? more weirdness. so i was sitting in my room like, two days ago? maybe yesterday? and i started crying for no reason. happens a lot... too much. even more weirdness. i hate me. fatness. yeah. nothing is comfortable to wear anymore. just like, stretchy pants and sweaters. blah. things are so boring. we were going to go bowling last night, but then chris wanted to get pizza. so we didn't have enough money to go bowling. i have to give blood again in april. i went with my dad earlier this month, and my iron was too low to give. also, funny, they mixed up all my stuff with laura's. and then with some person in ontario. then they were asking where laura was and why she wasn't with us. what could i say? because i'm a psycho bitch? sounds about right. anyways, i want to steal nat's mom's cat. meow! but i'm afraid nicki will eat it. mrah. take care. the one, the only, laura michelle*