My tummy is filled with food, and burning with the sun. Fake sun that is. I went tanning today. I have a feeling it could get addictive. Kind of like cigarettes. I'm not afraid of cancer. I'm invincible. Zach makes fun of me for being on diary all the time. But my diary is kind of like a best friend. Always here, never judging, I can tell it anything, sometimes its broken but it always comes back. I hope I don't lose my virtual best friend.