Bastard. He is. I think I know everything there is to know (yes, I am super smart -and- vain), but then in one moment, I realise, I know nothing. Nothing. I thought I know a person, then I dont. I thought life was not for wasting. But we do it all the same. Anne crashed her $100,000 mercedes. NOOOOO (!!!) Not good. That car is like buttery goodness. Sooooo smooth. On another note, pain has subsided. Power to women! Me go now, out to dinner. By the way. I am a good girlfriend. I go out late at night and order boyfriend's favourite dish, then sneakily drop it off at his apartment. Boy, I am cool. I hate crappy boyfriends.