September 26, 2005
How Do You People Exist
"...it doesn't even, like, match, you know?"

"Yeah."

"If you're going to wear it, it should match at least some color in your jeans, you know?"

"Yeah."

How's about ya'll shut up and let me wear what I feel.

September 18, 2005
Wilts
"You don't fucking know everything, Molly."

September 10, 2005
Good Grief
Today after tennis I was this close to hitting a black-and-white cat with a mole in its mouth and it was difficult to tell who was more terrified, me or the cat.

And if I hadn't been an excellent driver, then I would have skidded off the bridge, killing me, the cat, and the girl who was walking along the wall feeding ducks, just like me and Steph used to do.

September 2, 2005
You've Really Let Yourself Go
it doesn't hurt it doesn't hurt it doesn't.

I'LL BE BETTER FOR IT. Surely. I can only hate myself so much before it's bound to get better. Right?

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