Well, Gretchen's home sick and talking in third person. How very sad. I had a horrible Saturday night. I did typical teenager things that I'm not supposed to do, and ended up owing someone $90.00. I gave them $120.00 because I felt so bad about it. Now other people are pissed at me because I gave more money than the person deserved. What the hell. Cut me a little slack here, kiddos. My birthday is in 15 days. I don't want to be 17, because 17 is ugly to me. I just don't like the number. I should either get to be 16 twice, or just skip right ahead to 18. Psh. 17. What a stupid number. OhhhhhhhIcan'tbreathe. You write such pretty words. But life's no story book. Love's an excuse to get hurt, and to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I sure as hell don't. But I'll hurt Conor Oberst any day. Ohbaby. I'm going to go watch soap operas because I'm just that ehffing cool. Bitches. Oh, and Hell had two donuts. Not one. My bad.