2:53 p.m

Whoa dolly...I'm stuffed. Still empty, but stuffed.

Operation clean room is going over successfully. Room is starting to take shape. Starting.

I want to see Kill Bill 2. I hear it's way better than the first. Of course, I want to see the Village too, but I'm going to have to wait until that comes on video 'cause no way am I going to blow another ten bucks to NOT see the movie and comfort my always-dramatic friend.

Speaking of friends, I don't think I have best friends anymore. I brought this up last post, but seriously, I don't think we can be close anymore. I mean, they're talking about faking orgasms with their boyfriends and I'm just sitting there, thinking about cats and honestly, HONESTLY (since I can be honest here)...I think they're both sluts. Or, at least, sluttish. They're both smart, assertive, independent, but they're being their own victims and I pity them. I mean, one of them is just FOOLING AROUND with a guy who SAID he didn't want a relationship and when he screws her over for some other bitch, she goes out acting like a victim and I just want to scream 'IT'S YOUR OWN DAMN FAULT, YOU BIRD!!!!'

That's right. How very Dr. Phil of me. I'm sick of this subject. I'll come back when I have something happy to write.