andy wore my panties, he told me so on the phone.


I think I've figured out what to get him for christmas.[inlink]robin,147[/inlink]

I started wearing deodorant when I was 10. I got out of PE and went into the car with my Mom and she was all "SHew, you stink." after that she made me wear deodorant.
I smell yo.
My first day teaching this semester I got these sweat stains under my arms, fucking bodily functions even deodorant couldn't save me from that.

Keith and Jon are my friends and we get along pretty well. Last night I was looking down from the neighbors window at Keith being drunk stumbling around the yard and I realized what a great Frankenstein he would make in his intoxicated state.

The packing is going. I'm washing clothes now. I'd feel better if those leasing fuckers would do what they said. I've never had these kind of problems moving into a place before. All I wanted was the stupid drop ceiling out and if they said no that was fine I would have found another place but that idiot said he would fix it and then went and knocked holes in the wall.
I'm frustrated. I think I can find another apartment pretty easily but Keith and Jon would be fucked by that but why the hell should I care. Keith pisses me off sometimes. Like when he rode his bike over here yesterday and said "What are you going to do now, Robin can't get her way, blah blah. " making fun of me and that really pissed me off and in fact there are plenty of options all involving money and physical activity but they're options nonetheless and I feel so fed up and confused.