UPDATES

20010910 eight: is there a difference between attraction (physical and or sexual, if there's a difference) and wanting someone?
ummmmm yeah. there definately is. this is me answering my past self's question. duh, why did i even ask that?
20010915i was pissed but i'm not anymore. not worth it.
SO TRUE.
20011001i am a wimp. i am strong.
STILL SO TRUE.
20011025i think i stepped in something yucky today, on my way to work. something from a tree, whatever it is, it's on my shoe and smells gross. things could be worse.

hmmm i don't know, that's pretty sick... what else could be worse than that?......
20011118i keep on saying i think i am over a boy. i am. i swear. i'm like 99% over.
or, you know, like give or take 98 %... meaning 1% over him. j/k not that extreme. i just think that i will have an eternal thing for this one guy, who i really talk to more in some imaginary world than i do in via computer or (gasp) in real life.
20011208do you ever just want to walk into a room yelling "fuck y'all, all y'all, if y'all don't like me: blow me" ? just wondering.

hahahahahahah i love when i'm in moods like these!
20020111 i love any/all forms of non-reciprocity...

yes, the non-reciprocity still plagues me. i love it though, like i said before. and when i say love, i mean hate.
20020305melisa and i are going to run a marathon.
um yeah, except i don't think that's humanely possible. i think if i tried to run from my house to across the street, i'd keel over and have an attack. yeah, it's called "out of shape". blah.
20020426one day i'm going to quit writing long, personal blogs, only to highlight them and press delete. i will, i swear.
yup, definately didn't keep that promise. there are so many things i write and then erase, it's not even funny. i think i write them to erase them specifically.

that's really it. that was less fun than i thought it would be. but going over old blogs is fun for a few minutes. it's kind of weird that i have some sort of journal thing on the internet, where people read it. cuz sometimes i talk like i would just normally write in a journal. weird. cool but weird. anyway, my eyes hurt, and i just washed my sheets, damn. guess i'm sleeping on the couch? ttfn (<---------- remember lilly kare? hehe)