It's true. I drank some today. Since we're eating healthier and pop is such a no-no. I drank the whole thing. Than the pain started in my tummy. Sharp pains. Dizziness. Shakiness. The same thing happened to my mother and my uncle when they sipped the now labeled 'death juice.' I feel like writing a letter to the company and suggesting a new slogan for them: "Run, play, drink this and die." I think it's pretty catchy myself. So my day was spent lulling around the house avoiding the grim reaper. SEB is 'liking' this J guy. I haven't met him but SEB has informed me of his every move since they met. She doesn't want to 'label' it a relationship yet. I've already labeled it. They're dating. I'd hate to break it to her, but J is her boyfriend. Deal with it. I of course don't have a boyfriend. Sometimes I think I was just meant to grow up, remain pure, and join a nunnery. I think those little black robes are kind of stylish. I could pull it off with some Classic Reeboks. That reminds me. I need new shoes. I love Classics. They're so comfy. And they're great for running. Who knows I might get chased soon, so a good pair of shoes would come in handy. I feel hyper right now. Probably because of the tacos I ate. I love mexican food. I love ethnic food. Taco Bell excluded. I love the real stuff. I just wish things would've been different for me and at least one of the guys I've met in my life. Well like they say 'wish in one hand and shit in the other, which one gets filled faster?' I'm beginning to wonder who in the hell came up with that. It's gross. I'm not shitting in anyone's hand, let alone my own. Well M is growing impatient. I need weed. Donations are welcome. Done for now.