I have a crush on someone. A girl. A freshman. I don't know what to do about it. Its not like I know her. I did in 8th grade. She was in 7th obviously. We both had Phys Ed 1st period. Ugh. I don't know what to do..... Should I tell Jake? Gah, shit. Double shit on a stick on toast in bed on the roof in the bowl on the moon in the snow in a boat on the screen in the air and eleswhere. Damn damn damn damn damndamndamndamndamndamndamndamndamndamn- Fuck.-----(As you can probably tell, I am a bit upset.) Not because she's a girl. Not because she's a freshman. Just because I can't do a damn thing about it. And I dont't know what and if to tell Jake. There Mac. I've done it. Now you can't hurt me. Na~na~na~na~na~na! *blows a raspberry* But I am still at a loss... Poo. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, my weekend sucked. My brother fucked up mother's day and my dad was sick just like every godsdamned year. I should run away to New York or California and become a topless dancer. Or I could just move to Russia and join the Russian Mafia. Or set up a fruit stand in the Black Market. (yes, I do realize that the black market is not a physical place. More like a way of selling things illegaly.) Wish I were a pirate. Or dead. I can do both. At the same time too. See how talented I am? Got to run.