sky fits heaven.
[27 - 28 november 1998]
so uhm, growl on the javascript errors. it's not coming from me, but from the counter. grr.
so here's me, at home doing my favorite thing. eating a bagel & cream cheese. mm-mm. that is some damn good stuff, my friends. i used to get angry with those of you who don't like bagels, but now i just think "more for me." mmm-mmm. give me some of that loving.
so everyone's giving thanks still. scoot is eating with his famn damily.. matt is doing something related to family, & i'm here without my family. it's friday night, what the hell is wrong with me?
it's not late enough, that's why. hrmph. so there.
i feel very lucid. like everything could easily be changed or started again. (my dog is growling at me for some undisclosed reason. oh. she wants a ball.) i'm eating a cookie which is supposed to be for some pta thing my mom's doing, but who really eats at a pta function anyway? (my dog is still growling. what is up? okay, here's some cookie.) renegade steer clear.
i decline. well, it seems that i am now going out. yes, indeed, i have a life. wondermous. scheeya.
i'm back. going to hang out with some friends later too. heh. this is sick that i've only written [this much] in two days. sheesh. i have written more, it's just that my sister monopolizes the computer.. she's taking after me.
