i pulled a lot of skin off of my thumbs last night. this morning. whatever. im not sure what else happened, but i did write about it in an old fashioned diary (aka PAPER ones!) so maybe i will post it in my live journal when i am bored off my crinkly little butt. i looked at the 8th grade yearbook for about 2 hours. i think i remembered anything there is to remember about 8th grade. not events. feelings. what i was like in middle school. i was jealous of that girl labeled caitlin hannah in the yearbook who looked about 25lbs skinnier than me and 5X prettier. BITCH YOU BETTER WATCH THE FUCK OUT OR ILL FUCKING KILL YOU! yes. that is caitlin yelling at herself. i tripped out last night on sounds such as me chewing my gum, me picking up a book, and me creaking the floor. i am fucking crazy. and i need a trash bag. so one day, we will meet again. and we will be queens of the cheesecake.