That seems very inhumane to me.
Rob says I should write a book, but I'm not sure that anyone but him would buy it. Oh yeah. Me and Rob started talking again.
So, I gained a fuck all attitude in the past week. Everytime I turn back this way to my old, bitter, angry, productive self, people rescue me. They care.
*Stefan refuses to let me break up with him.
*Lindsay's been calling every day.
*I got a letter from Chris.
*Katie left me a letter on my doorstep because we haven't talked.
*Andrea left me two messages.
*Jessica sent me two Harry Potter postcards.
*Victoria gave me her phone number.
People come out of the woodwork at the strangest times. I like it.
I'm still very angry and wanna say fuck it all. And I picked up a bunch of applications. If I turn them all in, I am bound to get at least an interview somewhere. The guy from Jamba Juice never called me back. I'm gonna start making Absinthe. Jessica and I get to house-sit for two weeks in March. The people (well, two of them anyway) in LA say they want to see me.
My head hurts a lot. Amy said she wants to go on a road trip to LA in April, during Spring Break.
All I wanna do is sleep all the time. And maybe clean my rheum. But I seriously lack the motivation.
Cold hands feel good on throbbing temples.