I self reflect too much.
Sometimes I wonder why I like to indulge in my own pity... ...and then I blame hormones. I have no other cause? Maybe I do, and I'm just too ignorant to see it. Unhappiness comes at it's best disguised as pretend hope.
SO...,
I got so shitty last night... I danced ... with my sister Nina... (She had red tassels on her nipples, it was funny.) and took my top off ... and got $$$... it was my first time doing anything risky like that for a while. Anyway, I made money! I left here with 40, I owed my Mom 10. I came home with 17 AND I got trashed. So I spent twenty-three bucks. :) I bought my sister a couple rounds of... booze, so ya know... I have a feeling I know where the money went... But it's tyte. It was one of those best times I'll never do again.
Anyway, Diary. I gotta go. I got the munches.
xoxo qui
10:45 p.m. - 2003-03-01
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