i'll glare at you again, if you give me the chance, and look at my face.
2:39 a.m. - 03.10.03

i will write a review for
journalism. energy + lights
+ dancing + great people +
cute kyla + slapping tood
= fun times to boot.

me: "hey heather, lets go to the cemetary."
heatherk: "it's minus 27 out."
me: "but come on, we can be goth."
heatherk: "if we go, we'll turn into goth-sicles."

i love everything that comes out of your mouth heather.

3:30. on the bench.
i'll be sitting there
with anticipation.

unpleasant people were at the show tonight. and i am sure i would have had the same look on my face if you were facing me, as i had when you had your back turn towards me. i don't like what you are trying to do to him. what you have done to him. and everyone close, including myself. you're a cunt. and i hate the word so much, you deserve it.

thanks for the ticket to the show
justin. i lost you guys for a bit.
thanks. it rocked. oh snapcase...

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