I don't know what's going on.   Shit You Might Have Missed. << current   This is where I stick random tidbits of myself about information. Picture Of The Day! Sam Shepard. This is where you complain about the site. Send stalker mail and/or death threats here. This is my guestbook. I'd appreciate if you signed in under fake names and wrote creepy shit about the Olsen Twins. powered by SignMyGuestbook.com This is the thing that counts the people that read this shit. This my webboard that Nate and I lord over. We like to think of it as our little lovechild. We can't have children, of course, because Nate's stomach lining is barren. Can you believe that? I don't blame him though, really I don't... Anyway, anything and everything is more than welcome. The Shittiest Webboard Evar. Here are some of my friends' blogs. Anything that they might say about me is a lie. Ben's thoughts n' stuff Katie's blog I need something better to do This Is The Title Spinning Chairs Musical Chairs Amy The Pirate.

What the hell is this?   Wednesday, May 07, 2003   I can sleep for another hour. Fuck showers. I can sleep for twenty more minutes. I can memorize my monologue as I wait for the bus. Oh fuck I overslept. Oh fuck I don't wanna go to class. Maybe I should wake Ryan up and ask for a ride. Where the fuck is my coat? Where the fuck is the bus? It was supposed to be here at 9:40. Fuck I can't be late to class again. Maybe the bus isn't coming today. Maybe the bus crashed. Maybe the bus will crash after I get on it. Maybe I should just email my professor and say that the bus never came, and that I got stranded at home. I'll explain to him that it's been a rough semester. I'll email him later tonight, when I wake up from this nap. 12:24 AM