so im recuperating from the weekend still, hoping that my serotonin will surface and begin to pass through the synapse in my brain to help me function and smile. buuut lets not hold our breath. so im fucking sick of all this sitdiary nonsense. But i like being here, lost in the web (no pun intended) I wore my rain boots today and that made me happy but i didnt have my jacket because annie still has it from like last winter.Its only mine, i only let her borrow it for a day, so why should i get it back? Right along with my cds that she said shed give me the day after she took them...hm, that mustve been over a month ago by now. God i fucking hate it when i want something. and its not there. And when i ask for MY STUFF back, why should they get mad? emphasis again on the word MINE. belonging to ME. Purchased with MY money. aw, the joy of friendship. My birthday is in two weeks, and im debating on wether i should have an all out bash at my new apt. or just do some certain things with a few ppl. 1/something with annie 2/something with britta 3/shrooms with tom its not like any of the ppl would come to the party really give a shit about me, or me them. Well, i do like alexis. But dave, alex and all those ppl, well, theyre just ppl. But parties are soo much fun. I hope theres a better assortment of marijuana in the area by then. oh and i hope shrooms come into town sometime soon too. oh and i think that ppl should stop sending money to hurricane katrina refugees and send the money to me, because i need it and i dont see the gov't getting into a big fuss over my poverty. and another thing, next time you hear a sad tale involving illegal drugs,remember not to be angry at the drug, or the person who took them, but at the government for refusing to regulate something they could very much control. and my bitching is done.