"I'm not even dressed like a whore. That's tomorrow night."

I got to Gus' later than I'd wanted to. Attack Mode were already playing. That upset me. Then I walked inside, and there were so many people, little ones I didn't know, and they were all bumping into me. I didn't feel like being touched. I couldn't do it. I left. I lit a smoke and walked to the LC and back. I had to walk it off. That's when the white vehicle slowed, and the John poked his head out, hoping I would get in. I threw my left hand across my body, showed him the middle finger, dragged on my cigarette and kept walking. He rolled up his window and drove away. I mean, seriously, have you seen the hookers on Agricola Street? If I were one, I'm sure I'd be out of that dude's budget. I wasn't even wearing jogging pants.

Later, the night turned into one of those situations I can't read. "Do you want to go?" "Sure." A few steps down the street I admit "I don't know what's going on." "Well you can't come to my place." I deserved that. Getting me back for last time. By the time he left my place, he had been awake for 21 hours.

"I know girls. We all have irrational types of thoughts, but certain girls run with it."

You are so right. I'm a spazz, but I love it. I mean, I'm stupid, and hasty, and foolish, but I know. Maybe after the fact, but still. Life is fun. I never thought I'd ever really feel that way, but I do.

There are going to be so many adorable boys around tonight. I don't think I can contain myself. Maybe punching air will help.

You don't need a business card to convince me you're not worth a shot. You don't need a kick-ass car. I can't wait to meet that bad little baby. S/he will be born with potential.

Three years ago I quit smoking. HA!