I'm shivering but my sunburn hurts to much to put a blanket on. But face painting makes me happy. So I'll live with my strip of burnt flesh.

I have no memory of what I did yesterday. I do, but it feels like it happened a month ago and today is three weeks later and I've been alseep.

there are three little black bugs crawling on my moniter. I kep moving the cursor hoping to startle them. One just veered off and landed on my face. I'll just leave them alone now.

we got an Alloy magazine in the mail today. Last one we got I put in my drawer to keep it for when I'm 40 and can open it and say look what ugly clothes people wore then. I'm glad I never dressed like that. But everything in Alloy now is mary janes and argyle and boat neck sweaters. Dammit, American Eagle is gonna be filled with it now. The femmebot legions at school will be covered in everything I've liked for years. If Ol' Six Toes shoes up wearing ballet flats, I'll be very dissapointed.

Cait's gone for a week. I can't see Miles until Tuesday. I'm working every Wenesday now. It's the second week in June already. and I have not: done any community service, finished any summer reading books, or gotten my permit.

But I'd rather drive around with Cait Birk and Martin singing 99 problems and wearing my sunglasses at night. Nothing says summer like good friends and rousing choruses.

ash @ 12:07 AM