Some day, maybe you'll come back to me and I'll say, "Why don't you go fuck yourself."

I don't know why I'm writing. The interview at Wendy's was disturbingly short. I also had to speedbike my way there because Glenna was late with the car. So that blew. I should really be going to bed so I can concentrate at my Sears interview tomorrow. I want that job so bad. Today I went for lunch at Roxy's Diner with Janelle, Allison, Danica, and Brian. It was good fun. I think I was told to be quiet about fifteen times. I called the waiter 'dahling'. He called me 'cupcake'. Speaking of cupcakes, Janelle bought some which were really good and we all had a candle on ours. We're so lame. Trevor came over and hung out for awhile tonight, which was prime, because I was really bored. We watched The Falconer and the Snowman and I wouldn't shut up about how hot Sean Penn is. I drove him home after the movie and we listened to David Bowie in the van. If that's not the difinition of cool, I don't know what is. Oh this morning I dropped a resume off at Canadian Tire, and then I walked home. It was sunny and beautiful out, and it felt really good to get some fresh air. I think I'll sign off now, I'm pretty beat.




"Apologize? I won't apologize, fuck you."
-Alexisonfire
(am I in some sort of mood or something?)