i started to write about you, but it makes me something between sad and angry, so fuck you.

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i promised myself in order to prepare for getting a novel done i would make myself write every night, but i am just far too exhausted to do that tonight. you don't even understand, blog.

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i wish kyle would stop asking me to hang out. he is a good guy and all, but i just don't trust guys, and i just don't trust him. mainly because he just doesn't seem to understand that i'm not interested. i hope erik doesn't turn out to be like that, because it'd just be wierd, y'know. i fucking work with him. i ran into him today for a while in media, luckily, he was getting off work and i was going to pc. and he left and got some drugs out of nick's car, i assume, because when i asked him what it was he smiled foolishly and said, "don't worry about it." i just scoffed and walked away.

i hate drugs, and i hate most people that do drugs.

goddamn, well, in order to not be so negative, i'm going to call johnathon and vent about this crazy ass bitch that came in today that drove me insane, and i'm going to sleep because i have to work tomorrow, in pension, with terri. fuck.


everything sucks today. in better news, i had rice krispies for dinner. i was looking forward to that all night. and that boy worked today, so that was good. especially because i was working pc and kept having to bring up computers i was selling to him. idk, goofy work crush, lulz.


well, blog, it's been short but fun,

love,
jes<3