Don't speak. I know just what you said, so please stop explaining. Don't tell me cause it hurts. Don't speak. I know what you're thinking. I don't need your reasons. Don't tell me cause it hurts...


Don't you just love irony? I was just sitting downstairs watching Entertainment Tonight, I think it was, and featured were some overweight little known actresses discussing the negative effects [anorexia, bullemia, yadda yadda yadda (yes, yadda yadda yadda is a new negative effect, except I haven't decided what it is yet)] on young girls that only see itty bitty women on TV. Then it cut to a commercial. "Want to lose ten pounds this weekend? Try the Hollywood 48 Hour Miracle Diet! It's safe and effective!" Gotta love the hypocrasy of the media.
Oh yeah, I found a pair of pink tights and some shoes. I found a leotard, too, but I haven't bought it yet.
Damien also called me the other day. Turns out he ran off to Evansville again for a month or whatever. We talked about a whole bunch of stupid junk, and then he found out I've been talking with someone. He hasn't called since. How nice. Apparently if I'm not available I'm not worth talking to.
7:05:53 PM


Still no luck in the search for dance clothes. Damn it. Oh well, I'm broke at the moment anyway. Damn phone bill.
5:18:16 PM


Good grief, the plan was to stay away for at least two weeks, and she only made it a day. _ And to top it all off, a doe was hit by a car and walked all the way to her car at his house and laid down to die there. She thinks it's a sign. If it works to keep her away from him, we can pretend it's a sign.
And in the world of me, I've cought a cold, and I've got a week of rehearsals left before the real thing. I'm sorry throat, but you're going to die on stage with all that screaming. I also went and bought a nifty new face plate and a carrier thing for my phone. ^_^ My intention was to go find ballet shoes, but no one carries the damn things. I couldn't find any pink tights or a black leotard either. _ Damn it. How the hell am I supposed to join a dance class if I can't even find the god damn practice clothes?
10:14:26 PM


I honestly detest Michael Decker. I swear, I've never truly hated anyone before I met that pig fucker. Abusive bastard, stay the fuck away from Cody.
5:15:33 PM