Insanely tired, and in the mood to write a poem. Ians party was fun. Chelsea talked a lot, but that is just her nature. She thought that I was mad at her but I was just so tired and so sun burned that it is not even funny. Syds was fun and we played softball for like three hours. Poem: What if you have a man and you want more? What do you do? Are you a whore? This passes through mind to mind, as we try to chill and unwind. Is it a sin not to be satisfied? What do we do when we're the bride? Some women are single Some get the tingle jingle. But what happens to those who have no man? I don't think they really understand. Its not always for the best, maybe you just like his chest. No matter what the matter may be, I have a man and I'm not free. Is is a sin to like what you see, Tell me tell me, tell me please? I don't really know what that one means but I think that it has something to do with me likeing Ians friend. He is really cute and he has long hair. Ian says I should see him rock and roll. He is pretty wierd but I make him say that he loves me before giving him candy. Am I evil, or the only sain one? - Katherine