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. Does Bridget have OCD? Because she keeps coming in the bathroom during my routine piss break after seventh hour and all she does is wash her hands. So she's either trying new forms of non-verbal communication (like wearing her matching shoes again and sitting next to me) or she is nuerotic. Maybe it's a symbolic action: her obvious homosexuality is horribly dirty in her mind and she is desparately trying to scrub it out of her skin. No-- she's not that deep.

Goddamnit. Why won't she stop fucking with my mind?

I checked the history today and it was all things disney and barbie. A far cry from the porn-ridden list I viewed yesterday.

Kris informed me today that I will be recieving an invitation to his graduation party. Does that mean that he expects me to go? Shit. I can't handle parties and the like. Those are the sort of situations where I shut down and revert to my dorky fat junior high self. The good thing is that Kris is probably the only person who will invite me to a graduation party and so I will not have to stress out too much over the thought of mingling.

And now, I have mildly important shit that I must attend to . . .

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