Uch—why—uch—uch—uuuuuuuuuuuuuuoooohhhhhh.

I hate talking to people that dont know me for me totally on the phone when Im not in a good mood.

Especially when I like this person and the conversation is for shit and I know this as I answer.

Uchh, I just hate how Im so picky.

DEAR JON: IF YOU WANT TO SEE YOUR… UM… DOG ALIVE AGAIN, PLEASE SEND A TAPE OF YOUR WORK IN AN UNMARKED ENVELOPE TO THE WASHINGTON ADDRESS YOU RECEIVED MANY MONTHS AGO. THIS IS NOT MAUREEN. REALLY. HURRY UP.

dj_johnnyquest

October 8, 2003

dude, your diary just got really odd.

some people would find this entry vague, but somehow I know just what you said *shivers*