dear diary, i was driving with my sister today, and we were totally rocking out to fall out boy. you know, screaming at the top of our lungs and dancing and stuff. i love that. for some crazy reason it makes me feel happy and freakin' hott. who cares about all the bad crap in my life? i'm hott and i've got ashlee and fall out boy and kelly and dashboard and killers. everything's okay. and cheers... this is to balance earlier... love, lisa ann