No further case developements. Actually, he says that I was drunk and put the moves on HIM. No. nononono. I don't drink. I do not put moves on guys like HIM. They can't possibly believe him. I'm so very young and already so old. Nonono. Okay. I need to stop before I freak myself out. Of course they can't believe him. He's not right in the head. And he hurt me. The judge will see that. Matt's doing okay. He's such a wimp about pain. I've got nasty sunburn all over my shoulders and upper back because i stupidly wore a tank top in the blinding sun today, swimming Riley in the lake. And then more arena work. Ugh. The farrier's son is sooooooooooooooo hottttttt. I told Bobby no, I couldn't do something this weekend, because I'm afraid of guys. Yes, there it is. I don't ever want to get married. They can look, but no touch. If they get too close or touch me or back me into a corner I'll explode. Not that I don't look. I just don't get involved. never, ever, ever,ever. I can't risk being hurt again. Fanfic priorities, for Lena to see: 1.) Chap 3 of SCT. 2.) Chap 6 of AF. 3.) Continuation of chap one of C/S. Oh. Yes. And to all the people who don't understand why I use strange titles, it's because I like to. I like randomness. It is good to be surprised once in a while. If you have a problem with me questioning Steve Erwin's saneness or me asking fruity questions on titles or me just being plain silly, please direct them to my AIM sn. Which, if you don't already have it, you won't be getting it. I got a new one, so hah. When's my Shonen Jump subscription coming in? UGH.