Sitting around like a Jessica Simpson tonight. Except with a far less cubic head.
This house is en fuego. I'm sitting by the heater, developing a sunburn type rash on my back. It's like I'm having a stroke.
Babysat for Ryan tonight. He falls asleep fast. Watched "Sex and the City." Wasn't impressed. She's standing in front of some fountain with some gorgeous random, and he's like, "Let's get married, I love you so much," and she's like, "No, when I wear your ring I vomit, and I tried on a wedding dress and I passed out," and I'm all, "Something is wrong with your brain. He's hot hot hot." So they both look at me all rudely and tell me to shove it, since nobody asked me. Yeah, I think I may have fallen asleep somewhere in that story...
Damn, this is such a boring night.
I practiced piano for 3 hours today, and I'm still not Annie. Frustrating. Goodnight.

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