Oh how I hate not having internet in my room. This is not on the hate page because, hopefully, it is temporary. Mommy says that if I clean my room, I get cable internet in it. AND cable tv. Apparantly I am not wanted in the family room.
I woke up this morning and knew I had fun Saturday night, but I couldn't remember why. Then I called Julia and she jogged my memory. It's not nice when people show everyone your underwear.
Someone got there way with someone else this weekend, and I was neither of those people. Yay me.
I think I speak for everyone when I say to Zak: I Don't Care. Those three words should shut him up for a while.
Why does my shomach hurt when I'm hungry?
I have no money. None. I spent the last of it on gas today. Time to be nicer to mommy. No, not for money, for christmas.
I don't want to go to California for christmas. I want to be home for christmas. Last time I went away for christmas I came back and my bird had died. I don't want my cat to die, even if she is a worthless fatty.
By the end of today, all my favorite people will be back in town.