OOOOOKAYYYY.......... I just read Kiefer's SitDiary. The one entitled "dance". I am not very happy at the moment. It's too fricken early for me to deal with this crap. 5AM. Shiiiit. Hokay, so....yeah, me "coming for him the next day"??? Umm......we kissed. It's not like I'm saying "ASK ME OUT THIS SECOND!" Jesus. And then he says "She expects me to drop everything." Where the hell did he come up with that crap?? Like I actually wanna know. Cause I'm not getting it. And then he goes on in his damn entry about all the other girls he danced with, and they're good dancers and one chick played wiht his belt and it was sexy....you know what? I knew it was bullshit. When I was going out with Bryan, Kiefer was THEE most inconcievably kind person I would talk to. He was just so freakin sweet. And Bushey tells me all this stuff like "You're the only one he likes, there are no other girls, he can't wait to hold you in his arms." Bullshit. Yeha, it seemed like that when he couldn't have me, but the second I break up with Bryan, and he knows he can have me, it's back to his freaking normal routine. F*** that shit. He shouldn't be so sure. God, I'm pissed right now. Later. Lyndsy - (That was for Davis)