I got to spend a little quality time with Erica today when we went shopping (because buying new clothes makes me feel better). We drove around in Evelyn and listened to Le Tigre and talked about Bridget and Brett.

The "DL" on Brett is that he tried to cop a feel with Erica. So, naturally, she hit him and now they're not speaking. I'm really proud of her. No boys, Erica, no boys. Don't let them touch you. You, too, can raise the young girls in your life to dress appropriately and keep the male race at a safe distance. All it takes is a little feminism.

As far as the whole Bridget thing is concerned, my plan to be supportive failed miserably and it's just not going to happen.

Whatever.

I was pretty upset about it for awhile and sat in the bathroom at school and had a dramatic three tear kind of cry while I was pissing and now I think I'm okay. Really, I'm probably just being cool about it right now and eventually it will sneak up on me again. But for now I'm feeling pretty good about the whole thing. The more I think about the past week, I realize that Bridget has been way the fuck out of her normal zone and that sucks. And so I guess that what I really want is for her to be cute and fun again.

Maybe once she gets back to being herself again she'll . . .

No, Anna. Detatch.

Anyway. The new plan is to focus on all of the things about her that make her not so great for me as a means trick my mind into not caring about the whole deal that much while still making myself available if she decides to be brave again. Trust me, this worked the last time I started to get a little too insane about her (remember the whole I'm-a-dirty-old-man rant?). It's temporary, but it works. And it seems to be working now.

I'm also seriously considering getting my tongue pierced next weekend. It just seems like it will make me feel better.

While on the subject, the highlight of my week has been the new nose ring that I got. It's the perfect size and it's seamless. Funny how a little piece of metal can make me feel hotter. And I loved it when Megan noticed. When I have to grow up and become all teacher-y and shit, I think I'm going to have a really hard time giving the nose ring up. I'd take out everything else and sufficiently cover the tattoos, but I love my nose ring. I'm not sure I can part with it. There's got to be some way to work around that . . .

Oh yeah. I got my acceptance letter from Stevens Point for the fall semester, so I guess I won't have to be a porn star. And I heard that the place they're building on Division is not just going to be a coffee shop but a coffee shop/book store, and if that's true, I'm signing up because Kmart is the herpes outbreak plaguing my genitalia.

Which reminds me. A little shout out that goes something like this: FUCK YOU, MARY. FUCK YOU AND YOUR TRASHY PERMED HAIR AND YOUR LAZY EYE. YOU ARE AN EVIL CUNT AND I HOPE THAT YOU NEVER DIE AND SPEND THE REST OF ETERNITY HATING YOURSELF AND YOUR KMART LIFER STATUS WHILE I ROT COMFORTABLY IN THE GROUND. YOU ARE THE SCABIES THAT MAKE ME WANT TO TEAR MY SKIN OFF.

That's what you get when you really piss Anna off.

I was looking at diary rings today and seriously considered joining the "teens 4 christ" ring, out of nothing more than my sick obsession with the jesus folk. But in the end, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Maybe tomorrow . . .

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