(Stomaching turning) "I am indeed ill..." It's true, I am. My stomach is twisting and turning. I hate McDonald's. I hate it to pieces. My head's spinning. RUNNING. Ill. I went to see Dani today. We talked. Smoked. Laughed. Left. I did. Left after we were done. I got to see Brit and Jen today. My baby cousins. I haven't seen them in such a long time. Well I hadn't. They're getting so big. And so old. Which only reminds me of how old I am. I am getting old. Young though, still. For a few more years. I'm in a weird mood tonight. Somewhere between happiness. And vomitting. PUKING. GAGGING. PRAYING TO THE PORCELAIN GOD. (Ewwwww.) I'm not thinking about anyone but myself right now. It feels nice. Clean. Calm. I have a story to write. Or come up with. An idea. A nice, shiny, interesting idea. "My stomach is screaming in agony." I can't afford the junk food breaks anymore. I can feel myself gaining back all the weight I lost. It feels nasty. Suffocating. Pushy? I wonder how SEB is. I haven't spoken to her today. Or last night. She was sleeping when I called. ZZZZzzzzZZZZzzzzZZZZzzzzZZZZzzzzZZZZzzzzZZZZ I won't pay any attention to him tomorrow. If I see him. If he's there. If he bothers. I won't. I won't mind. I won't mind not. I won't mind not talking. I won't mind not talking to. I won't mind not talking to him. I don't think it will bother me. I don't think it will bother. I don't think it will. I don't think it. I don't think. I don't. "And this is how she lost her mind." IDENTITY: Is a good movie. Nice gore and mystery. Small action. Good plot. Nice cast. I encourage you to rent it. View it. Get stoned and enjoy. I think maybe now I'll venture off into cyber space, maybe find myself a resting place. "And on goes the show!" DFN.