"Go ahead...rub it." [rub. rub. rub.] So I'm back like a bad case of head lice. (Ewwwwwwwwww) O. I be a nasty freak. I get down all damn week. So anyways. Guess what? (You have lice?) No. wrong. I had lunch with PRD once again. GODDAMNIT! The less I try to like him. the more time we spend eating together. I'm either going to get a boyfriend out of this mess. Or gain another 100 fuckin' pounds. Either way. It's a win-win situation. SIKE!!!!! "I wonder if my girlfriend would be mad if she knew we ate together everyday." Well PRD if she's a crazy, psycho-bitch. She just might. Not that she has anything to worry about. I mean. She has you. I don't. And that's the end. Man. The lights are about to go out. Power-outages suck. And they suck worse when you're trying to write some shit in your online diary. "Damn the Gods!" So moving on. I've been thinking a lot lately. About shit. and more shit. (FLASHBACK) To a day I sat reading some letter this girl sitting next to me was writing. She included me in it. I remember the words exactly. "I'm gonna hit this bitch is she doesn't stop reading this." Needless to say. i stopped. Well I stopped for a minute anyways. (FLASHBACK END) So yeah. I've been pondering my life lately. My FUCKED up exsistence. (existance?) Shut the fuck up. I know it all right. Yeah so. As I was saying. Maybe this 'thinking' thing will do me good. Maybe??? Probably not. I get bored easily, remember? No, you don't. It's fine. Don't give me that kinda attitude. I'll turn this car right around bitch. *Ignore above* I think it would be fun to have multiple personalities. Think of all the possibilities. All the shit you could get away with. "AJ, did you eat all the Sloppy Joe Mix?" "Why no mother I did not, Bob did." See. Advantages. Mentally disturbed people have so many countless advantages over us 'normal' folks. Damn them. O Bob where art thou? So again moving on. Jees. I do this a lot. Jump-jump-jump. from topic to topic. I think I have ADHD. Or maybe I'm just still hungover. Whichever. "I wish I had a nickel and a pickel." I do. So about PRD. What do I do? Nothing, right? Right? Fine, I'll settle on nothing. He's him. And I'm me. Enough said and thought. So anyways. ANyways. I know, I'm sorry. This entry sucks ass. not that it matters. You're not reading it anyways. So I don't feel bad. So HA! I think right now I'll end this. i have nothing really constructive to say. And my mother always told me, if you don't have anything constructive to say...than shut the fuck up. Awwww. memories. So I'm done for now. So please enjoy. And no, I have not read Gossip Girls. but i think i may now. thank you. "You better get that thumb off me." DFN.