My diary might actually be interesting if I had time to update. There is all kinds of drama with Auntie at work, she seems to have that with everybody. Shit is blowing up in her face and she's expecting me to have pity for her, and have her back no matter what. Little does she want to remember, she shit on me the whole time she was on her little quest.

I was told last night that I'm somewhere between being Martha Stewart and Courtney love. I normally would have been proud of that and taken it as a compliment, but now that I think about it it breaks my heart and makes me think I'm fucked up. I really don't wanna be either.

Baby let's not rush things

love takes a long long time

so let's lay back

side by side

float with the music

let our souls collide next -- previous DISCLAIMER