dude the newspapers here fucking suck. no pictures of concert. note to self:: make sure i have a camera phone at next concert i attend. dude. it sucks. oh yeah. last night, while i was waiting in line to get through the door, i finally called jordan. he did say no, but he was really nice about it.... which is odd. he was like "no hard feelings its not personal" and after i asked i heard him breathe in like it hurt and go "that's hard." well yeah. anyway. oh yeah. three extremely depressing conversations today. chicken. three people. arjay, natasha, liz. crap. i cant do it though. well... maybe i just wont.