So, I hung out with Missy today. That was cool. I feel really bad about saying that I had to be home early, but I really needed to see V. I know that was wrong, but in all honesty, all I did was come home. And then sit and talk to V, so it wasn't a complete lie. It was still wrong though. Anyway, Vanessa and I didn't really do much but listen to music and decide that life's a bitch and god hates us because EVERY song on the radio made us want to take WAY too many pills while gouging our eyes out. But anyway..to quote Rachel, "Life is poo. Sniff it and move on." (or something close to that.) Anyway. Out.
And someday i'll learn to love mexicans.