i have a tickle in my throat. i don't hate myself and i don't want to die. but i do feel crappy and i am listening to the toadies. so those parts are true, catchy title tho, eh? i really hate sara, i mean i read her diary and i hate the things she says, and she says it like it's just ok... you know... i love her. i need a hot local chick who will sweep me off my feet and whatnot... i like romance too dammit. lately i've been cleaning out my headspace... thinking about superfluous shit like sara was really cluttering shit up. i really feel so much better now that i don't really think about her. i mean, yeah i write about her in here, but if i talk about her i usually just read her diary. i thought about Stephanie agaian over tha past week or so... i havn't seen her since the end of August... wonder what's become of her... peace, love, and marijuana sauce.