Great, I'm getting sick right when school has come to a boil.

last night a certain epeep became offended when I took off my bra and tried to hand it to him. We were at the old pink. I only did it in reaction to his comments on some other woman's nips sticking out too long a time. I wanted to show him that nips have amazing endurance and it's not all that remarkable. Nips ain't like dick, it take a lot less blood to make nips stand erect.
Then he gets into how everything I do offends. He asking for it though. His comments about this [inlink]robin,346[/inlink] led to this [inlink]robin,347[/inlink] I told him he's boring. that's my solution to life. Commenting on the boring things.
I took vitamin b last night.

This was outside my window a minute age.

people write like they talk. I guess it's hard to do that unless you're recording the words of someone else.
catalepsy is my word of the day.

"She'll not belong their."
"I'll be here four you"
"I shurly did when I took the first bite"
"For this place is fore the insane"

Those quotes are the highlights of the poetry I just found under the bed. I wrote it in the still of night in 1995, when I was 13. I was looking for old syllabi, when I came across this good and solid writing. I had to read it all. OK, back to paper fishing.

I'll give you one more fantastic quote

"One day I'll find a special place,
a place where you can see anyone you won'ts face,
a place where there is no pain inside,
a place where only unicorns ride"

hmmm, that is so good. that last line really makes you ponder deep thoughts, i bet.