i just did a stupid thing. austin posted a bulletin on the dreaded and very overrated myspace about taking a sex i.q. test. well i'm not doing anything so i go ahead and take it. thinking that my answers will be confidential and the details of my (secret) sex life would remain that way. well i get to the end of the quiz and it says "haha, you've been owned" and all my answers to all those questions have been sent to austin's email. which can't be a good thing. mainly becuz i said that i had cheated on him and thought about other people while we fuck. fuck fuck fuck. i realized that myspace ruins lives. he's trying to get a new car so he can put the bird up and that means he's driving around town in this girl, emily's car becuz he's thinking of buying it. he works with emily. emily's 17. emily's adorable. emily's the kind of girl you bring home to mama. emily's probably a virgin. emily's probably never cheated on her boyfriend. emily will be fucking gorgeous when she gets her braces off. emily's rich. emily's pretty. emily is not julie. therefore julie is not happy. such a fucking hypocrite. that's me. becuz i'm still friends with guys and i still hang out with guys and i expect him to trust me and not be worried. but here i am: psycho, clingy, narotic girlfriend is in the house. fucking upset, bloated and in need of a good fuck. the one where i cry afterwards becuz it was so good. haven't had one of those in a while.