short on words.
I want to be able to talk to my mother about birth control pills. However. She believes that they are the cause of her cancer, so I doubt she'd let me get them anyways. I think it was just her job. Too much stress. And too many ass holes. I would feel alot more comfortable if I were taking them.

I'm going to Dan's in a little while to watch movies. cause that is what we do.

The other Dan was talking to me very normally last night for the first time in a long time. So I thought that was great. Then, I found out the reason. He has a girlfriend. And that makes me happy, too.

Fog shouldn't be allowed to exist.

Posted by Maleta at 2:28 p.m.